(The Classic 2008 logo is still on the screen as we fade out to a live shot of the arena as it is now. The fireworks and pyrotechnic display shakes the Coliseum and brightens it up. The display stops and the cameras pan the arena. We see fans holding up signs for their beloved wrestlers as they do battle on their final show. We cut to ringside for our introduction.)

HS: "Welcome everyone to the ninth annual event known simply as Classic! We're coming to you LIVE from a sold out LA Memorial Coliseum in Los Angeles, California as Classic Goes America! I'm Herb Summers!"

FJ: "And I'm Frank Jackson! From the early estimates we've received from the gate, we have over 110,000 people are here in attendance! That's close to the record set by the Dodgers just a few months ago. I mean, they're the Dodgers. Who the hell watches the Dodgers? We'll break that 115,300 number! WE BETTER!"

HS: "That's extraordinary, Frank! Over 110,000 people are here to witness the final event to ever be produced by the AWA and it just so happens to be the biggest sporting event of the year – Classic! We have a HELL of a packed show for you tonight, folks. The No Limits Championship will be decided here tonight in a Four Corners match featuring Quade deSade defending against Rawstarr, Draven Shadows, and Sebastian London."

FJ: "And Smith's buddies from Ass Kickers Anonymous will be taking on Storm's lackeys from the Trans-Border Triad, the Walters. And then Smith will take on Tyler Harrison in a no disqualification match! That should be a great show for those that want to see an end to this whole Tracy fiasco."

HS: "We will see John Williams taking on Terry James after John Williams returned last week in a shocker to us all and to add more to the shocker on Shock, he accepted Terry James' open challenge for Classic! But if you think THAT'S a shocker, we have a blockbuster Hall of Fame four-way match tonight featuring Brian Williams, Mortis Valley, Steven Caldera, and Ray Owens!"

FJ: "And it just gets better and better. Jeff Christianson and Logan Alexander will duke it out in a best of three falls match! That will be VERY intense. But not as intense as the United States Championship match between Jason Storm and Evan Heir. That should be a real knock down, drag out contest."

HS: "And in what will be the final match ever to take place in the AWA, we will witness the Legendary Low defending his twelfth World Title reign against Brian Stevens and Nathan Hawthorne-Lee in a triangle match!"

FJ: "And that's elimination rules for those who don't understand the rules. We will also receive highlights from the awards ceremony that took place last night at the Universal Amphitheater featuring the Awards for 2008 and the Hall of Fame induction ceremony for new Hall of Famers Logan Alexander, Brian Stevens, Nathan Hawthorne-Lee, and Herb and myself! We're bonafide living legends!!"

HS: "Indeed we are, frank. And to open AWA Classic 2008, it's time for a tag match between two teams of subordinates. In recent weeks, Asskicker's Anonymous and The Walters have been at odds, and they'll use their last matches to settle the score."

FJ: "Walters: Many. Asskicker's Anonymous: Same as the amount of brain cells in their heads, none!"

HS: "FRANK!"

(All but a few of the lights shut off, and the few that remain on become a deep purple. A few flash back on in unison with a sudden thunder-clap.)

Would you mind if I hurt you?
Understand that I need to
Wish that I had other choices
Than to harm the one I love

(The lights shut off completely. For a brief moment, all is quiet.)

What have you done now?

(There is an explosion, and all the lights blink on and off, still with deep purple. Tracy and Ricky both come out, raising their arms high before walking over to each other and giving each other a quick high-five and a brief hug before starting down the ramp.)

I know I'd better stop trying
You know that there's no denying
I won't show mercy on you now
I know I should stop believing
I know that there's no retrieving

(The two men continue down the ramp, either ignoring or flipping off their many detractors. They both hop on the ring apron, grasping the top rope.)

It's over now
What have you done?

(Both men hesitate for this brief moment that the music pauses, as if paused in mid-motion, the lights going back to a solid purple.)

What have you done now?

(Both men immediately hop into the ring and mount the turnbuckles closest to them respectively. The lights resume flashing, but this time white is thrown in with the purple.)

I, I've been waiting for someone like you
But now you are slipping away
What have you done now?
Why, Why does fate make us suffer
There's a curse between us
Between me and you

(They get down and immediately walk across the ring to the opposite turnbuckles.)

What have you done?
What have you done now?
What have you done ?
What have you done now?

(Both men step off the ropes and give each other a fist to the shoulder before turning to wait for their opponents.)

FJ: "A spectacular entrance by The Winners...er, Walters."

HS: "Don't speak too soon. Bobby and Stevie are not catch-as-catch-can specialists, but they can sure as hell fight."

(The lights return to normal, and "You've Got Another Thing Coming," by Judas Priest, blares over the speakers. Bobby the Bavarian Man-Bitch and Stevie the Slovakian Slobberknocker emerge from the O-tunnel to a solid pop, and the pair high-five the fans as The Walters assume fighting positions. Asskicker's Anonymous then enters the ring, and referee Jonathan Linden speaks to both teams as they stare each other down.

After a few moments, Ricky and Bobby stay in as their partners go to their respective corners. The bell rings, and Ricky immediately demands a test of strength. Bobby obliges, but goes down almost instantly.)

FJ: "That's it! Crush these bums like grapes!"

(This, however, is all part of a well-laid trap. Bobby springs up off his knees, shoving Ricky across the ring and into a corner. He follows with an avalanche and a bulldog, keeping a side headlock locked in on the ground and pounding Ricky's head with closed-fist punches. Ricky gets to his feet after a few moments and counters into an Irish whip, but Bobby's a step ahead, coming off the ropes with a flying tackle that knocks his opponent under the bottom rope and down to the floor as the crowd begins to chant, "AKA! AKA!")

HS: "So much for crushing them like grapes. Bobby and Stevie appear to be ready for warfare here in their first, last, and only AWA match."

FJ: "Of course it'll be their only match. The Walters'll beat them so badly they'll NEVER show their faces again!"

(Ricky and Tracy consult each other on the arena floor before Ricky slides back in at the count of six. He locks up with Bobby, but gets hit with an atomic drop and a clothesline that puts him down to the canvas. Ricky springs back up, but gets forearmed down to a knee and whipped into the AKA corner. Bobby tags out to Stevie, and both lay into Ricky with punches and kicks until Linden forces Bobby out of the squared circle.

Stevie then mounts Ricky for a series of punches, but as Linden is bickering with Bobby, Tracy rushes into the ring and tries to attack him from behind! Unfortunately for him, though, the punches have no effect, and Stevie proceeds to bash Ricky's and Tracy's heads together, knocking them both to the canvas!)

HS: "Again, this isn't catch-as-catch-can wrestling, but the Walters are in a lot of trouble!"

(Stevie throws Tracy up and over the top rope, and counters a punch from Ricky with a forearm of his own. He then picks Ricky up over his head in a gorilla press slam before dropping him to the canvas and following up with a big splash!)

FJ: "Aw hell."

HS: "Big Apple Asskicker! You can definitely tell who trained these guys!"

(Ricky is out like a light, and Stevie makes the cover: One, two, three! "You've Got Another Thing Coming" plays once again as Asskicker's Anonymous are declared the winners.)

HS: "Asskicker's Anonymous only had one chance at AWA glory, but here at Classic, they couldn't have been any more impressive!"

FJ: "They suck."

HS: "So do biased color commentators!"

(The Ameritron flickers and the words 'Earlier tonight...' appear on screen. The fans cheer when they are greeted by the awkward face of Evan Heir, tonight's challenger for the United States title. Heir is standing backstage in his dressing room with Maria. An open briefcase is sitting on a card table but we don't have a clear view of what it is.)

HEIR: "Is that all of it?"

MC: "I believe so."

HEIR: "Good. Everything has to be perfect tonight."

MC : "Relax. You'll be the United States Champion again before you know it."

HEIR: "Get the other brief case and let's go."

(Heir slams the briefcase shut and we can get a very brief glimpse of its contents. Green pieces of paper with numbers and Benjamin Franklin's portrait. Heir storms out of his locker room with his sister following behind holding a second briefcase.)

(Back in the present time, Frank and Herb are pondering, along with everyone else in the country watching the show, what they just witnessed.)

FJ: "What was a lot of green backs, Herb. What do you think he could be up to?"

HS: "Who knows, Frank. Maybe he's trying to pay off the referee! Or maybe he's trying to bribe someone to help him tonight, who knows. I mean, hell, for all we know he could just owe a lot of backed parking tickets."

FJ: "Well, one thing is for sure, it ain't charity!"

(We cut to the parking lot of the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum as a long white limo pulls in. The limo stops and the driver gets out, walks to the back and opens the door. Out step Richard O. Dickinson III, Beverly Rhode, Deborah Stone-Kowalczyk... and in a custom-made black suit, the AWA World Champion The Legendary Low. Low takes a deep breath and then drapes the AWA World title belt over his shoulder. With a serious and determined look on his face, Low and his entourage walk to the backstage area. We then cut back into the Coliseum, where the Wolf Pack emblem appears on the Ameritron along with a wolf howl that the fans gathered in the L.A. Memorial Coliseum begin to copy and soon the entire building is answering the call of the Wolf Pack.)

HS: "Aaaaaoooooooowwwwww!"

FJ: "Aaaaaoooooooowwwwww!"

(The screen clears and a scene is shown backstage where a uniformed police officer is handing over papers to an AWA official and then suddenly a half dozen more officers move in to the changing room and begin ripping the place apart.)

HS: "I am just getting word that a high ranking AWA official was just handed a search warrant. In fact, the Wolf Pack in the back has more footage... can we get that? Can we get it up on the Ameritron?"

(The Ameritron become segmented with other similar scenes of LAPD officers serving warrants and entering the changing rooms of several AWA stars. Miss Rawness is guided out of her room as she cusses up a storm, while Paige Christianson grabs the Wolf Pack camera and demands that the cameraman record absolutely everything because she's going to sue the city for illegal search and seizure and sexual misconduct. In another panel a pair of officers reach for their pepper spray as Jason Storm doesn't react kindly to the questions about how he got his championship belt. In another Quade deSade is forced to back off as he asks if any of the officers have been sued for sexual misconduct and then enquires if they will be using their handcuffs today, as his belt is pulled from his kit bag and then handed over to a detective for examination)

FJ: "I'm not sure what's going on exactly, but we're being told that all the staff and not just the wrestlers here tonight are being served with search warrants by the Los Angeles Police Department, but we don't know what they're looking for!"

HS: "What a stain on this last night of the AWA, to think that we have a criminal in our midst."

FJ: "You're sweating hard there, Herb, have you been fudging your taxes again?"

HS: "Shut up, Frank. Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, throughout the night, we are going to show you important or emotional events from throughout the history of the AWA. And we are going to start by showing you how the very first AWA World Heavyweight Champion was determined. Let's take you back to Wrestlefest I on November 21st, 1999!"

(A graphic says "Wrestlefest I: Poltergeist vs. Mercenary".)

FJ: "Quick thinking for Poltergeist! He rolled outside to catch a breather."

(Excorcist and Poltergeist are huddled together, and Mercenary leaps over the top rope to hit a senton bomb on them both! Now they're brawling outside, and it's two against one. Mercenary is keeping both men down, though. Mercenary slides Poltergeist back in the ring and attacks him with another series of punches, followed by a spinning heel kick. Poltergeist is stunned and Mercenary lifts him into a big Samoan drop. Mercenary goes to the top rope but when the ref glances down at Poltergeist, Excorcist shakes the ropes, crotching Mercenary. Poltergeist finally gets up and nails a labored superplex that leaves both men down. Mercenary slowly gets to his feet, but Poltergeist is up first and meets him with a big running clothesline! Poltergeist sets him up for a big DDT, but he's taking his time. Mercenary reverses it into a inverted atomic drop.)

HS: "Uh oh, Excorcist has had enough! He gets the ref's attention, but throws in a set of brass knuckles without the ref realizing it."

FJ: "Holy cow! It's Mike Nukem! Nukem just ran from the back and he's in the ring!"

(Nukem turns Poltergeist around and decks him! Now he's got him up again - Meltdown! He just hit the Meltdown on Poltergeist! Nukem rolls out of the ring, and Mercenary rolls on top of the prone Poltergeist. 1,2,3 and we've got a new World champ!)

(We cut back to Herb and Frank.)

HS: "Well, things have certainly changed a lot since then."

FJ: "Thankfully, they have."

(The cameras are now showing people in the crowd. The creative minds of the audience have come up with a variety of clever signs. Too bad 75% of them say "R.I.P. AWA" and the rest want NHL for president. Then one sign is zoomed in that is a little bit different from the others. For one thing, it has no poorly drawn picture on it. And it is held by a guy – probably in his late thirties - in a wheelchair. The sign simply says "LOW DID THIS" and it has an arrow pointing down at the man holding the sign.)

FJ: "What's that all about? Some kind of joke I don't understand?"

HS: "Now, that would be a first..."

FJ: "Oh, shut up!"

HS: "Hey, I know who that is! It's been 8 years since I saw that face, but I remember now. That's Billy Hay, he was an AWA wrestler years ago until he broke his back."

FJ: " He broke his back? What happened?"

HS: "Low powerbombed him from inside the ring through a piece of guardrail on the outside. I think the event was Gang Rules 2000."

FJ: "Strange, I don't remember him."

HS: "He was nicknamed The Rocker, and his tag team partner was Heavy Metal Machine."

FJ: "The Rocker, huh? Looks more like a Roller to me, in that chair..."

HS: "Frank!"

(Suddenly the Ameritron is showing the smiling face of former AWA star Atlas Johansson who is in one of the front rows. The crowd gives him a decent pop, and he stands up to wave at them, and gives them his signature "Atlas Shrug" signal, pumping his hands up and down.)

HS: "Atlas is no pushover, Frank. He is a four-time champion in the AWA, and during his first reign as Featherweight Champion –"

FJ: "Featherweight Champion!? If that's not a title for pushovers, I don't know what is."

(Herb is probably about to answer that, when someone comes running down the aisle. It is a beautiful woman.)

HS: "Now what? Who is this?"

(Atlas notices the woman, and he jumps the guardrail to meet her at ringside.)

ATLAS: "Isabel! Isabel Chavez, is that really you?"

FJ: "My guess is that it is Isabel Chavez. And we all know that Isabel Chavez is... er... a hot looking woman?"

HS: "Right Frank. And she is also someone who has stood by Atlas throughout his career, even though he has not always deserved it."

(Isabel has now reached ringside, and stops just in front of Atlas. They both look at each other silently, until Isabel breaks the silence.)

ISABEL: "Magnus, I can't believe I came running down here like a fourteen year old girl meeting her first boyfriend who has been away for the weekend. It has been years since I last saw you, or heard from you. And then you were going out with some nutty stalker. Athena, wasn't it? Still when I saw your face on the Ameritron, I couldn't help myself. I'm not even sure if I want to kiss you or beat you up."

ATLAS: "Isabel, I know you have every reason to hate me. Years ago, I betrayed you by being duped into joining the NHL and leaving the man you knew and hopefully loved behind. Then, when we after several years had a chance to make things right again I choose to be with Athena instead. You should know this though: During the years that have passed since then, there has rarely been a day when I did not think about you. Every week, I have wondered what life would be like if I were to wake up next to you instead of an empty bed. When my business trips at least once a month take me to the United States I have always wished that I would run into you. But I never have, and I just couldn't bring myself to contacting you. Not after the way I treated you in the past. Know this though, if there is one thing I am certain of, it is that I love you. And if there is one thing I want to promise for the future, it is that I will not let you down again. Kiss me or punch me, it is your choice. But after these years, I want to know if you can forgive me. I want to know if you are willing to walk down the aisle with me, just one more time?"

(Silence falls over the crowd in anticipation.)

HS: "What the...? Did he just propose to her?"

FJ: "Herb, you need to pay some attention here. You're supposed to be calling the action, remember?"

(Isabel just stands there for a few moments. The she slowly raises her right hand...)

FJ: "Ouch! Here it comes."

(...and grabs Atlas by the neck, pulling him closer for a passionate kiss. Parts of the crowd cheer wildly as the couple stands there swapping saliva.)

FJ: "No! You were supposed to slap him! This is no fun... in fact I don't want to watch this any longer. I might get diabetes, for crying out loud!"

HS: "Oh Frank, you're just a big softie after all, aren't you?"

FJ: "Shut up, Herb! I mean it!"

(Atlas and Isabel walk up the entrance ramp, hand in hand to the sound of the Atlas Theme and the crowd cheering.)

HS: "This is what AWA Classic is all about!"

FJ: "This is making me puke!"

(Boos erupt throughout the arena as Tyler Harrison walks backstage with a far-away look in his eyes. Tyler is dressed in faded blue jeans, black Chuck Taylors, a blue t-shirt, marketing himself, and a pair of sunglasses that rest on top of his head. Tyler stops when Larry Porter steps in front of him. We see an uncharacteristically silent Tracy Jacobs walk up behind Tyler and put a hand on his shoulder.)

LP: "Tyler Harrison... Mind if I get some words from you before your big no-disqualifications match against A.C. Smith tonight?"

(Tyler just sighs.)

LP: "We saw you return from an ankle injury similar to the one A.C. Smith endured last week on Sunday Night Shock... Possibly the final edition of Shock, ever. We saw you get attacked by--."

TYLER: "Six men. I was prepared for a one-on-one match against Rawstarr. I didn't even allow Tracy to stay at ringside because I wanted it to be fair. I thought... Hey... It's the last episode of Shock, I'm going to give the fans a treat even though they DON'T DESERVE IT..."

(Tyler pauses and raises a finger and he listens to the boos from the Californian audience.)

TYLER: "...Listen to them boo me. I tried to give them a match between two competitors that was fair, that was just, and that was classic. But what did I get instead? I got six men attacking me and then I got pinned by Rawstarr because he didn't have what it took to face me alone like a man."

(Tyler just shrugs and sighs. He bites his lip and looks at Larry Porter.)

TYLER: "And now I'm nominated for Rulebreaker of the Year. Haha... Isn't that a trip? I break the rules, I guess. I'm a bad guy. What have I done that's so bad besides live my life and get criticized for every decision I made?"

(Tyler shakes his head.)

TYLER: "I got attacked by six men, then I got called out by A.C. Smith who wants to make this match no-disqualifications-- meaning he can have anybody he wants come in and screw me over. And then I got attacked by my little brother, Evan Heir."

(The audience roars at the mention of the number one contender to the United States championship.)

TYLER: "Yeah, listen to them cheer for him. I'm done with this, Porter. I don't need to sit here and endure this. I have a match to prepare for. My final match. And you know whose fault it is?"

(Tyler looks in the camera and spits in the lens.)

TYLER: "These FANS!"

(The crowd boos as Tyler and Tracy walk out of frame and we fade away from the scene.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen it's now time for our United States title match."

FJ: "What an anti-climatic ending to this feud. Seriously, we're going to see Jason Storm ground Evan just like he did back in May. Evan's wrestled TWICE since his return, Jason's been in the ring with some of the best in the business. Why would Evan have a chance?" That... That don't kill me...
Can only make me stronger...

HS: "You know what that means, Frank!"

FJ: "Ugh. The return to this bastard on Pay-Per-View. WHOA!"

(Fireworks, starting from the top of the ramp begin a "chain reaction" of green and purple pyros before stopping at the bottom of the ramp. Out of the four ring posts in the ring, purple fireworks, almost like rockets are fired off. As the crowd is roaring at the display, a cloud of smoke is emitted at the top of the ramp and "Glass to the Arson" hits the sound system. Evan Heir and Maria Clarke step out of the smoke. Evan raises his hand in a "V" signal while Maria stands beside him with her hands placed on her hips. Evan walks down the ring with the signal still high in the air and then stops in the middle of the ramp, letting out a primal scream before he charges the ring, slapping the outstretched hands of fans.)

HS: "Listen to this ovation!"

FJ: "What a douche."

(Evan hops up onto the ring apron and raises his signal once again. He then sits down on the middle rope and allows Maria to climb up to the apron as well and step into the ring. Evan grabs himself a microphone, nothing new here, and proceeds to hold up his hand to quiet the crowd. After a few moments, they settle down.)

HEIR: "Thank you, thank you. Yes, yes, I'm great, you love me, and all that jazz, but I've got something big to announce. Something you guys are going to just LOVE me for. You see, earlier tonight I made myself a little investment. When you have money coming out the ears like I do, you can do those kinds of things. Ten grand here, a half a mill there, you know, things like that. So, folks, without further ado, let me just show you what five hundred thousand dollars can do!"

(Generic AWA theme music plays, but generic AWA wrestlers do not emerge. In fact, the exact opposite. AWA MEGA stars emerge. The fans go absolutely crazy as Orlando Ortega and Atlas Johansson emerge surprisingly from the back, each wearing suits and carrying a briefcase, presumably from earlier in the night.)

HS: "That's what he did with the money. He must have hired protection for tonight!"

FJ: "Those two clowns? What are they going to do?"

HS: "You mean two of AWA's most prolific cruiserweights ever? I think it says a lot that they're in Heir's corner tonight."

HEIR: "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Atlas Johansson and Orlando Ortega. These two men, with a little help from our friend Mr. Franklin, will be enjoying the match in my corner this evening..."

ATLAS: "Whoa, whoa, whoa, friend, let me just stop you right there first. You don't have to be bashful. Tell them why we're really out here?"

HEIR: "Uh, huh?"

FJ: "My sentiments exactly. Heir paid these two to be his bodyguards tonight, it would seem. I guess they couldn't get work in another fed since they left the AWA and have been relegated to being Heir's little bitches!"

HS: "Perhaps they just wanted to be a part of Classic somehow and this was the best opportunity they got despite all of their years of service."

FJ: "What does it say about them that they couldn't even get a match? Hell they weren't even invited to the legends match. Scrubs."

HS: "Well listen to these fans. They certainly appreciate them being here!"

ATLAS: "Ladies and gentlemen, this man here with Ortega and myself in the ring, Mr. Evan Heir, has a heart nearly as big as his wallet. You see, earlier tonight he came to us with a proposal. He mentioned something about us being charity cases and needing the money. He's right."

FJ: "Ha, told you!"

OOO: "That's right Atlas. There are thousands of charities across this country and I know that Mr. Heir here would have loved to given to all of them, but he resigned us to pick two. So we're here to thank Mr. Heir for his very, very generous contributions tonight to our respective charities. I am, of course, representing the charity I started, the Lillian Villanueva Foundation, which is all about discovering cures and treatments for terminal lymphoma."

HEIR: "What now?"

ATLAS: "And I am representing the Muscular Dystrophy Association. The MDA is leading the forefront in amniotic stem cell research, which not only might save the thousands of children afflicted with MD, but many unborn children as well. The MDA cares, and, apparently, as does Evan Heir."

HEIR: "Uuhh...."

(Heir stutters a bit and looks sweaty in the ring. The crowd is applauding him so he's trying to hold restraint, but its clear he is livid.)

HS: "It seems they've pulled the wool over Heir's eyes!"

FJ: "He's not paying them for this. They need to do their damn jobs!"

OOO: "So, on behalf of the Lillian Villanueva Foundation..."

ATLAS: "And the MDA..."

OOO: "Thank you for your generous contribution of... get his folks... two hundred and fifty thousand dollars!"

ATLAS: "For EACH charity!"

(Heir begins biting his fingernails, a mix of fear and anger crossing over his face.)

OOO: "And Evan, I'm sorry to tell you, but I can't be in your corner tonight, at least physically. You know how things go... But my heart is with you. And here, as a token of my appreciation, I want to give you this."

(Ortega reaches into his chest pocket on his coat and pulls out what looks to be a photo. He hands it to Heir with a smile.)

OOO: "That is Umberto Catalone of Sao Tome and Principe. He can't afford health care in that poor country, so Mr. Heir, your generous contributions were able to help us fly him into the United States to receive proper medical treatment for his lymphoma. You may have saved his life. I can't be in your corner, sir, but he can. You have his support."

(Ortega takes out a pin from his pocket and goes over to Heir's turnbuckle and literally pins the photo onto the top pad. The cameras focus in on poor Umberto and then on Heir, who is obviously biting his lip.)

ATLAS: "Thank you so much, Mr. Heir."

(Both men extend their hands out for Heir to shake it. He just stands there, stunned. They both shrug their shoulders and leave the ring. Atlas takes a place prominently in the front row to the delight of the nearby fans, stepping over the ring railing to do so, and Ortega actually takes a seat next to Frank and Herb.)

HS: "Well folks it looks like Orlando Ortega will be joining us at the announcer's table tonight!"

FJ: "Oh great, I'm ecstatic..."

OOO: "Awww, why the bitterness, Frank. I figured you would be all excited about your recent hall of fame nomination."

FJ: "I was, until you came over here and ruined it."

OOO: "Well, congratulations nevertheless."

(An explosion goes off at the top of the ramp as "Biggest and the Best" plays. The arena erupts into a loud reaction, mainly consisting of boos. Out from the smoke walks Jason Storm, however he is not alone. The Walters Brothers, though looking very inconvenienced, shaken up, and generally upset, follow him outside, along with Sienna. The foursome walks down to the ring, ignoring the theatrics and the cat calls of the fans.)

HS: "Look at this crack team. Shame to think that this may be the final time we see them together."

FJ: "Was that sarcasm?!"

HS: "...Hah."

(The music continues to play and the United States champion rolls into the ring and lifts his United States title high above his head, screaming out into the audience as gold lights swirl around the four. Ricky, Tracy, and Sienna each occupy a different side of the ring, watching Evan Heir and Maria, whom are standing on the outside, and shooting looks at Atlas and Ortega.)

HS: "Storm has held that title since he won it from Evan in a Nevada Knockout match over three months ago, putting Evan Heir out of action with a Kawada Driver from the stage to the concrete floor below."

FJ: "Yeah, and like I said, Evan hasn't a chance of winning this. He doesn't have time and experience on his side. Jason Storm is a former World champion. He's defeated A.C. Smith, a man that Evan never beat. He was able to come back and compete in a match a week removed from he Nevada Knockout match, whereas it took Evan thirteen weeks. He---."

HS: "Turned on Low, then promptly got his ass kicked, whereas Evan Heir beat Low cleanly in the center of the ring?"

FJ: "...I will kill you!"

HS: "Anyway... So, Ortega we haven't seen you in months."

OOO: "It's ok, Herb. You can say it... I was kicked out of the AWA for violating the substance abuse policy."

HS: "So you've come to terms with that. What has life been like outside the AWA?"

OOO: "Well wrestling is my life, so I couldn't give it up. I got sober and clean again, this time for good, and I began touring the European circuit. I was trying to keep my skills up should I ever be invited back to the AWA. I guess that's not happening now."

FJ: "Don't remind us."

OOO: "The AWA has definitely left its mark. I've made a lot of friends here in this company, and probably even more enemies, haha. But the AWA will live on in our hearts to be sure, and the hearts of those fans here in LA and those of you watching at home."

FJ: "How sentimental..."

HS: "Is all that sarcasm really necessary?"

FJ: "I can be sarcastic too, Herb. And yes. Yes it was."

OOO: "It's ok, you know you love me Frank. Everyone loves the Outrageous One. Anyway guys, I just wanted to pop by for a moment and have a quick conversation. I know you two have jobs to do. I was just letting the AWA faithful who haven't been following me know what my status is. And without giving too much away, keep an eye out on your local broadcasting for Orlando Olazabul Ortega!"

HS: "What do you... well, he's gone now."

FJ: "Good riddance. And he has a stupid middle name!"

(The camera follows Ortega to his seat in the front row as both Heir and Storm glare at him momentarily, both having history with El Diablo, and then focus back on one another ready to begin their match.)

(Evan gets into the ring under the bottom rope and gets to the center, getting in the face of Jason Storm, who is the only member of the Triad to stand his ground. Ricky and Tracy slowly come up on either side of Evan, forming a "human triangle" around him while Sienna and Maria exchange verbal insults to the side. Evan says something inaudible to Storm and it's at this point that the referee gets between the men to separate them and get everyone besides the official competitors out of the ring.)

HS: "For the last time ever, these two men are going to face each other. For the second time, it's for the United States championship. For the first time, it's not about injuries, it's not about the Cruiserweight title, it's not about Maria Clarke, it's not about children. It's about pride and it's about the legacy that they've left in the AWA."

FJ: "Are you stupid? Jason Storm has carried Evan Heir throughout the AWA. Evan's first match ever was against Jason Storm. Jason knows how to make Evan LOOK good. Evan just knows how to throw some nice kicks and knock somebody out after his opponent has spent the entire night making him look like a million bucks. Jason realized this at the beginning of the year and then he beat Evan at his own game. All he needs to do is avoid that martial-arts style of Evan Heir."

HS: "Evan Heir was an acclaimed amateur wrestler. You're an idiot if you really believe that he couldn't out-WRESTLE Jason Storm."

FJ: "I know that he has paid the media to say good things about him before. Why would he not do it again?"

(The bell rings and the crowd roars. The Triad and Sienna surround the ring with Sienna holding the United States title as if it were a baby. Heir doesn't exactly look pleased right now, considering the events that just transpired over the better part of the past ten minutes.)

FJ: "Hah. The challenger doesn't look too happy."

HS: "He just lost half a million dollars. I think anyone would be a bit upset... But at least it was for a good cause!"

FJ: "A good cause? We could have used that to... Oh, I dunno... KEEP OUR JOBS?!"

HS: "That's controversial. I wonder if that'll be edited out of the show."

(Jason Storm is quick to pounce on Evan Heir, but Evan immediately takes him down with a double-leg takedown, followed by a series of punches to the head and neck area. Evan Heir has entered a state of rage, which is apparent as his face is beet red and the veins in his neck and arms are clearly visible. Storm covers up and the referee administers a five count... During this time, Evan has landed about eight stiff shots on Storm before standing up and breaking up the count right before five. Evan kneels down and waits for Storm to get up. Storm turns around and Evan twists through the air, hitting an athletically-impressive corkscrew roundhouse right to the jaw. Storm's head snaps to the side and he falls to his knees, crawling to the ropes. Evan pulls Storm away from the ropes however and forces him to his feet. He turns Storm around and knees him in the sternum, applying a three-quarters facelock before sinking to his knee and wrenching Storm's neck in an awkward position over his arched knee.)

HS: "Evan Heir is definitely coming through with his promise. He's not delivering a wrestling match, he is trying to maim Jason Storm for not showing any sort of emotion of recognition to the AWA over the past two weeks. Evan is pissed that Storm bailed on him against Nathan Hawthorne-Lee and Brian Stevens last week. Evan is upset because he thinks Jason Storm doesn't care."

FJ: "Of course Storm cares! He won the Hell Bowl Chamber, he was the World champion, he was the Cruiserweight champion, he's the United States champion, why wouldn't he care? He's been losing everything for the past five months and now the AWA is closing. How do you expect a man that was never able to open up to react?"

(Storm doesn't tap to the unique headlock, but he does get a hard knee lift to his jaw for good measure before Evan forces him to spring to his feet, only to position him as if for a Suplex... And drop him with a hard Brainbuster, a la Nathan Hawthorne-Lee!)

HS: "Was that the SlapShot?"

(The crowd is on their feet after the move, paying homage to NHL, or so it seems. Evan tosses his head back, getting his hair out of his eyes while he stares down at the fallen Storm for a few moments before he picks Storm up by his hair and whispers to him. Storm's eyes roll up towards Evan and Evan stomps him in the gut before nailing the Stunner! Storm hits the mat and twitches for a moment before he turns onto his back and looks up into the lights, murmuring to himself.)

FJ: "EVAN HEIR IS PREGNANT WITH FURY!"

HS: "...I... I don't know how to react to what the hell you just said. Wait, the wrestler Fury or the emotion?"

(Heir stalks Jason Storm as Storm slowly gets to his feet after suffering the SlapShot and the Low Stunner. Jason is on his feet, though hunched over at this point. Evan slaps his knee and runs to the ropes adjacent to Storm. He rushes Storm from the side and jumps up, grabbing Storm's head and delivering the Headcheck, driving Storm's skull straight into Evan's knees! Storm falls face-first to the mat and Evan entangles his arm in his legs. Evan then locks in the Crossface, pulling back on the maneuver with all of his body weight. Jason lets out a muffled cry and attempts to crawl towards the ropes. Ricky and Tracy, from the side of the ring yell for Jason to crawl. The referee has his back turned to the ropes and is asking Storm if he wants to submit. Jason's hand is a few inches from the ropes... But to the delight of the crowd, Maria Clarke pulls the bottom rope away from Storm's hand! Storm's eyes widen and he screams something out, but the referee's back is turned completely and his attention is on Storm and Storm's arm. After another five seconds of the hold, Storm has no choice but to tap out! The crowd is on their feet and Maria lets go of the rope as Sienna charges her. Evan rolls out of the ring as the Walters roll in, knocking over a camera in the process. He grabs the U.S. title from the ground. Evan and Maria charge up the ramp and away from Triad and Sienna.)

FJ: "WHAT THE HELL?!"

HS: "Evan Heir, despite some controversy, is our final U.S. champion!"

FJ: "He just got robbed... And then robbed Storm!"

HS: "Haha, what a WAY to go out! Definitely vintage Evan Heir. Short, but effective, we have just seen the title change in a way that... Well... I can't recall seeing at Classic before."

FJ: "Are you kidding me?!"

(The camera fades out as Jason stares up at the lights with a look of apathy while his teammates console him. Atlas and Ortega are applauding in the audience with small smiles on their faces.)

(The scene cuts to the back and we see that Nathan Hawthorne-Lee and Sarah Hawthorne are walking down a long hallway. They stop at a door which reads "Nathan Hawthorne-Lee" and Sarah opens it up. The two enter the room and Nathan drops his bag on the ground near a couch by the door. He's wearing a dark gray suit with thin, black pinstripes and a dark blue tie. Sarah's wearing a pair of jeans and a white, long-sleeved sweater.)

NHL: "So, we're here. The final show of the year. Are you sure you're feeling ok?"

SARAH: "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just a bit cold, that's all."

NHL: "Sit down here on this couch and wrap that blanket around you."

(Nathan points to a brown, suede couch that has a wool blanket folded and overlayed on the back of the couch.)

SARAH: "Actually, I think I'm going to use the ladies room. I'll be right back."

(Sarah reaches for her purse and proceeds towards the restroom inside their locker room.)

NHL: "I think the stress of this evening is getting to her. Strange, though, I don't remember her getting so sick and nauseous from stress."

(Nathan unbuttons his coat buttons as the scene fades out.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, I just received word that the American Wrestling Alliance Headquarters in New York were vandalized earlier in the week. The security cameras in place caught some of the intruders' actions and that is why we have seen police around the Coliseum here tonight, because the belief is that the perpetrators are here at Classic."

(The Ameritron comes alive with the hazy image from a security camera in the hall between the office suites at AWA Headquarters. Three figures step out of the elevator. All three are dressed in black and hooded the huddle for a moment before moving off down the hall. The camera changes to one outside the office of none other than AWA President Travis Gray. One of the three pulls what seems to be a credit card from a pocket and slides it through an electronic lock before punching in a number onto a keypad. The three men enter.)

(The men spread out but do not seem to do much of anything except look at the awards, the photographs and memorabilia around President Gray's office. Then one of them calls the other two over to a cabinet where a number of items are on display. They try to tip it, but it obviously bolted to the wall. The trio tries to smash the glass, but it resists. After a moment, the three gather around the end of Gray's desk and begin shoving it. The desk rams into the cabinet and the glass is shattered. An alarm goes off, but the three men still act calmly as they remove items from the cabinet, including belts, and toss them to the side carelessly. However it seems there are two belts in particular that they have come for and as soon as they seem to have agreed with nods that these are what they've come for, the three leave as the sirens of the N.Y.P.D. grow closer.)

FJ: "What belts did they steal?"

HS: "The police haven't released that information yet. But if the AWA championship belts have gone missing, how is that going to affect things here tonight?"

FJ: "I don't know, Herb, I mean, who could do this?"

HS: "We shall carry on regardless and as soon as we know something we will of course update our viewers watching from home. Ladies and gentlemen, eight years ago at the very first Classic, two all-time AWA legends battled it out over what was then known as the AWA Featherweight title. Let's take you back to the 60-minute Iron Man Match between Ray Owens and Black Dragon."

(A graphic says "AWA Classic 2000: Black Dragon vs. Ray Owens".)

(The crowd raises to its feet and begins screaming wildly as Owens gets up and rolls the Black Dragon into a School Boy pin. Owens six Black Dragon four in 51:49. Black Dragon quickly then locks Owens into a Maistrol cradle for the pin. Black Dragon five Owens six in 52:00 They both pop up and the whole crowd is ROARING its approval of the great series of quick pins. Black Dragon grabs Owens's arm and whips him into the corner and follows him in with a back hand spring elbow. Owens falls to the mat and Black Dragon leaps over him and springboards off the ropes with a HUGE leg drop on the back of Owens's neck. Black Dragon pulls Owens to his feet and drives his head into the mat with a perfect tornado ddt. Owens tries to get to his feet but is met with a seated drop kick to his face smashing his nose in again. Owens's face is now a bloody mess and the Black Dragon pulls him to his feet and puts him back down with a spinning neck breaker.)

FJ: "Black Dragon is really taking over but he only has one minute and he is down by one fall. He is really going to have to step it up real quick to come out on top."

(Dragon quickly scales the turnbuckle, and goes for a hurricanranna. However Ray reverses it into a powerbomb, and then locks Dragon into the Texas Cloverleaf! Dragon looks nearly done, when out of nowhere a man runs from the back and begins yelling at the ref. The ref, in shock, nods, and rings the bell. The man slides in the ring, and a microphone picks up him saying "You're wasting my time, Ray. Let's go".)

ANNOUNCER: "Uhh... ladies and gentlemen... the winner, by disqualification, and STILL AWA Featherweight Champion... Black Dragon!"

(Huge heat towards the man who ran out, and Black Dragon is visibly angry. "The Hitman" quickly leaves with the other man, and they head to the back.)

HS: "How fast eight years pass by. But tonight we will see the return of Ray Owens!"

FJ: "I hope we see the GOOD Ray Owens."

(We make our first appearance of the Universal Amphitheater. Suddenly, "Welcome to the Jungle" plays throughout the room as Smith, clad in a spiffy suit and tie, emerges to a round of applause. He shakes the hand of the MC before going to the microphone and opening his mouth to speak.)

A.C.: "Tonight's first inductees into the AWA Hall of Fame have truly seen it all. They've been crucial parts of the AWA's nine-year history, and without the two men I'm talking about, watching Shock or a pay-per-view wouldn't be NEARLY as fun for those at home. Of course, I'm talking about the AWA's commentary team of Herb Summers and Frank Jackson."

(The crowd applauds once more, but Smith motions for quiet.)

A.C.: "Please, if you keep doing that all night, we'll be here until Tuesday, and I know for a fact that I'd be pretty angry for missing Classic."

(A light-hearted laugh comes from the crowd as Smith smiles and goes on.)

A.C.: "Anyway, with the exception of the 2004 brand extension, Herb and Frank have announced seemingly every show in AWA history. Summers has always been the foundation and the rock. He's the consummate professional, and a guy who takes his job of calling the action to the next level on a weekly basic.

Frank? Oh, Frank..."

(More laughs come up as a picture of Frank in his ridiculous-looking Gabriel pope hat from 2007's Hell on Earth come up.)

A.C.: "Frank's allegiances constantly shifted from week to week, as AWA fans around the world know. The only constant in his "like" list was, of course, Low, but even he got the Jackson treatment during his brief run as a fan favorite. Everyone who has relished the cheers of the crowd has also had to put up with insults from the resident peanut gallery at ringside.

But it's his ying to Summers' yang that has made the duo so great for so long. There's a reason they've been together for nine years, despite Herb's numerous outraged walkouts on national television, and it's because their mix of professionalism and knee-jerk reactions is unparalleled by any commentary team in ANY professional sport today. They've traveled the globe several times over, and what they've said has been translated into countless dialects, all of which have resulted in worldwide adoration from an appreciative public.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am honored to present to you the first two inductees of the Hall of Fame Class of 2008: Play-by-play man Herb Summers and color commentator Frank Jackson!"

(The crowd gives Herb and Frank a standing ovation as they come onto the stage. Herb and A.C. embrace with a friendly hug, but Frank ignores Smith entirely. A.C. now has a playful smile on his face, and he reaches to the top of Franks head...ripping off a black toupee that people have thought was his hair for nine years before running off the stage! The crowd laughs uproariously, as after nine years, the bald Frank Jackson has received his comeuppance.)

FJ: "He just ripped off all of my hair! Did you see that?! That son of a bitch! I hope Tyler Harrison rips off your testicles and serves them to you on that damn pile of hair and shoves them all down your throat! And NO! It's NOT a toupee! But I'll need one now... Ignorant cop!"

(Herb laughs as he leans into the mic a bit.)

HS: "Finally, Frank gets what he deserves. How many times have we been subjected to his nonsense in the past? And how fitting is it that he gets the embarrassment he so rightfully deserves. After all, I've had to put up with him for a long time. Not really nine years. I had the roster split a few years ago to recoup my dignity and patience. But here I stand here today, holding an award for being one half of the voice of the American Wrestling Alliance. There's no better place for me to be and now I'll be out of a job after tomorrow night's over and done with."

(Frank takes control of the mic.)

FJ: "Oh, can it, Herb. That split was the WORST part of my career. I had to share a table with that WHINER, Mark Keller! Why couldn't they just give YOU Keller and let me have Porter? At least Porter and I can see eye-to-eye on more things than you or Keller did. But I guess I'm getting this recognition tonight because I'm the guy that tells it how it is. If a match is boring, I'll let you know. If a match is sweet, I'll let you know. If there's going to be a violent blood bath, I'll let you know. I'll make sure that everyone that deserves recognition in a match will get it. I make sure that if there's blood spilled that everyone knows it and that they know I'm excited about it. I also like looking at naked girls and being near ringside and watching some of the lovely ladies gets me one step closer to watching some during my time at the table. It helps to block the pain of hearing Herb monotonously travel on and on, boring me to tears and putting half of the world to sleep."

(The audience gives a roar of laughter as Herb shakes his head at Frank's comments.)

FJ: "Come on, Herb. Tell us a story. I'm sure we can all use a nap right about now."

(More laughter fills the Amphitheater.)

HS: "Be careful for what you wish for, Frank. You just might get it."

FJ: "Oooh, I'm SO scared."

HS: "I remember one night about a year ago, after a show in Japan, Frank wanted to go to a Japanese bar and he wanted some sake. So, we go to this restaurant and we started to enjoy the food, the drinks, and Frank started to enjoy the women."

FJ: "How is that NOT unusual?"

HS: "Well, Frank, being the guy he is, starts to hit on this woman that was sitting a table away from us. She noticed Frank as being the Frank Jackson from wrestling television, and she started to flirt with Frank."

FJ: "Oh yeah. That was a great time. And a great night. You should have been there when we left the restaurant. Well, actually, you shouldn't have, Herb. I wouldn't want to have spoiled your dinner. That was the best b... Well, I shouldn't really say."

HS: "Well, what Frank really must not have realized is that woman was actually a prostitute."

FJ: "I told you that in confidence!"

HS: "No, you didn't. But what you didn't tell me was that the woman wasn't a woman at all."

FJ: "Wait, what?!"

HS: "IT WAS A MAN!"

(The entire Amphitheater bursts with laughter and an embarrassed Frank Jackson turns super red.)

HS: "Didn't you notice the Adam's apple? Or the fact that 'she' had a beard? Though shaven, you can see the darkness on the face because of it.

FJ: "Herb. HERB! I... I hate you..."

HS: "Finally! I get you back for nearly 8 years of your crap! HA! Paybacks are a bitch."

FJ: "You've been drinking again, haven't you? You always WERE a storyteller when you get too much wine in you. I think you're lying and I want to see proof."

HS: "Maybe I'm telling the truth or maybe I'm lying. I'll let you sweat it out."

(Frank scratches his bald head before taking control over the mic.)

FJ: "Ok, let's just change the subject. I first want to say that my time here in the AWA has been enjoyable. Watching all of these great wrestlers come and go has been very rewarding for me and very entertaining. I tell you how it is. I'm not afraid of people knowing my thoughts. But I would also like to thank Herb, here, for putting up with me and giving me something to talk about when there wasn't much to talk of at times. Thanks for the recognition that Frank Jackson is better than Mark Keller. Thanks!"

(Herb pats Frank on the back.)

HS: "Frank has tested me time after time. I'm sure we can have a gag reel go on for ten minutes showcasing all of the things he's done in his time on TV and how he's embarrassed himself for close to nine years here with the AWA. This award is an honor and I would like to thank all of those who have given me the opportunity to be here and to call the great matches I've been a witness to. Thank you for this honor. I will remember this moment fondly through my life. Thank you!"

(Herb and Frank stand at the podium and raise their awards to the sky as the Amphitheater applauds the two on earning an achievement for their time put into the AWA's television broadcasts.)

HS: "Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, last night was certainly an honor. To be inducted into the AWA Hall of Fame with all those legends present - I never thought it was possible. And Frank, we've called almost every pay-per-view event in the history of the AWA together, except for a few in 2004. You are who you are, but I am glad you and I were there together."

FJ: "Awww...."

(The camera shows Frank hugging a visibly uncomfortable Herb.)

FJ: "You know, kiddo, I'm glad I could do something for you by taking you under my wing. If I get inducted into the Hall of Fame, it's only fitting my best student gets in there with me."

HS: "Oh boy... let's... let's just move to Hell On Earth 2001 and Ray Owens winning his second AWA World title."

(A graphic says "Hell On Earth 2001: Lars Fredrickson vs. Ray Owens".)

FJ: "Ray Owens is one wrestler you will never see make a sloppy cover. He is possibly the best purely technical wrestler living."

(Owens sets up Lars for a piledriver, but Lars blocks it. Lars then backdrops Ray over the top rope, but Ray lands on his feet on the apron! Lars turns on Ray, but Ray slingshots over the top rope for a DDT! Lars catches his opponent and then fires off a huge release Northern Lights Suplex! Both men are down and winded, and the fans are eating it up. Never mind the fact that they hate both of these men, this is wrestling at it's purest. Lars finally crawls to Ray and covers him, getting a 1,2,th-kickout! Lars signals that it's over, and pulls Owens up! He sets him up for a cradle piledriver, but Owens pulls Lars' legs out from under him! Owens again goes to the Doubleshot, but Lars uses a monkeyflip type maneuver and launches Owens over him! Owens, using his athletic ability, manages to land on his feet just as Lars kippup's to his! Owens comes at Lars, but Lars quickly kicks him in the gut and delivers the Cradle Piledriver! Lars hooks the leg and the ref counts 1...2....thre--KICKOUT!)

HS: "Owens kicked out!!!!!!"

(Owens isn't moving, and Lars is obviously winded. Lars finally signals that it's over, and goes to the top rope. Again, Owens shows amazing reserve and climbs to his feet. He shakes the ropes, crotching the champ! Owens climbs to the top rope and hits a Superplex, leaving both men down! The ref begins the count, and gets all the way up to 7 before both men start to stir.)

FJ: "This match has been - wait a minute!"

(The crowd suddenly explodes as The Punisher comes stalking down to ringside! He begins to circle the ring, and when he passes the announce table he grabs the World Title Belt! The fans are eating this up!)

FJ: "Punisher, no! After what happened earlier, Punisher must be here for a measure of revenge on Owens!"

(By this time both men are to their feet. Owens grabs at Lars, but Lars connects and fires Owens at the ropes. Punisher jumps to the apron and swings the belt, but Owens reverses it and Punisher nails Fredrickson! Lars stumbles backwards blindly, and Owens quickly locks in The Sweeper!!! The ref asks Lars if he wants to tap, and Lars shakes his head no. Owens continues to lock on the hold for nearly a minute, until Lars passes out and the referee calls for the bell! Owens releases the hold and collapses to the mat. The referee hands the battered Owens the belt and raises his hand, and Owens quickly rolls out of the ring as Punisher slides in with a chair! Owens begins to taunt Punisher, as he retreats to the back.)

(We cut back to Herb and Frank.)

FJ: "I miss Lars. We really should have had a match for his prestigious LWA Universal title."

HS: "He's still holding that?"

FJ: "Of course he is and defending it all over the world!"

HS: "Fans, this next match between A.C. Smith and Tyler Harrison will end a war that dates back several years. Tracy Smith..."

FJ: "My hero!"

HS: "...was thought to be dead in a shooting outside A.C. Smith's home back when he was a police officer in New York City. But she wasn't. Instead, she masterminded a hit-and-run attack that broke Smith's ankle at Springs and Breaks."

FJ: "How fitting!"

HS: "Since then, she's fallen in love with Tyler Harrison. He and Smith faced each other once at King of the Kage, in a match that resulted in a double-submission. Tonight, there are no rules. Anything goes, and there MUST be a winner."

5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

(A blue "fireball" shoots from the lights and hits the stage. A blue pyro shoots up from around the stage and "Rebel Yell" by Dope hits the PA system. The crowd boos as Tyler Harrison and Tracy Jacobs walk out through the smoke that the pyro has left. Tyler turns to Tracy at the top of the ramp and kisses her passionately before the two walk down through the O-Tunnel, arm in arm. On the Ameritron, along with clips of Tyler we see "TYLER... AT LAST... ALL SYSTEMS GO... REBELLION" in different intervals. Tyler lets go of Tracy's arm before they reach the ring. He throws a "gun" signal to some fans on either side of him before he steps back with a running start and jumps onto the ring apron. He sits down on the middle rope and pushes up the top one. Tracy climbs up onto the apron. She gives Tyler a kiss on the cheek and then removes his sunglasses, putting them on her shirt, between her cleavage as she steps into the ring. Tyler steps into the ring as well and forms a "T" with his vertical left arm in a fist and his horizontal right arm in a fist as well. He hops onto the turnbuckles and rolls his shoulders, allowing his jacket to fall back. Tracy takes it and puts it on herself, smiling as Tyler hops down from the turnbuckles and waits for his opponent while Tracy exits the ring.

(He hasn't long to wait, as "Welcome to the Jungle," by Guns n' Roses, blares over the speakers. The crowd erupts as the Big Apple Asskicker, A.C. Smith, speed-walks down the aisle and enters the ring. Before referee Stu Abbot can ring the bell, the two men go at each other with fists flying. Tyler eventually trips Smith and takes him down before mounting him with frantic punching. Smith powers up to his feet and counters by shoving him across the ring, and the two lock up with Smith coming away with a knee to the chest and an elbow smash to the back of the head.

Smith then turns Tyler over on the mat and goes on top for a choke. The referee shakes his head at not being able to break up the hold, but Tyler does with a knee to the groin. Both men rise to their feet and lock up. Smith tries an Irish whip, but Tyler reverses. However, A.C. gets the upper hand back quickly with a high-impact spear that gets the crowd to its feet!)

HS: "Neither man is holding anything back early on. You would have to KILL one of these men for the other to win."

FJ: "Got a knife I can stab Smith with?"

HS: "FRANK!"

(Tyler bails outside the ring, and Tracy walks over to help him regroup. After Smith stops playing to the crowd in the ring, he taunts Tyler to come back in. Harrison, in turn, taunts him to come out. Smith shrugs and exits on the opposite side, stopping on his way to pick up the ring steps next to the ringpost! Tyler, though, doesn't fret as Smith gets closer, and when he's got the steps over his head, he uses Tracy as a human shield!)

HS: "GIVE ME A BREAK!"

FJ: "Why? Tracy isn't in the match. It's a smart move!"

(Smith hesitates and turns away for a moment, but instead throws the steps right into his ex-love interest! The crowd roars, but Tyler improvises, picking the steps up quickly and bashing Smith over the head with them before DDT'ing Smith on the arena floor!)

FJ: "See? Smart."

HS: "More like despicable."

FJ: (singing) "You say to-MAY-to, I say to-MAH-to..."

HS: "Would you stop?!"

(Tracy recovers from the blow and stomps A.C. several times, but Tyler restrains her, telling her he wants to do this himself. She angrily leaves the scene as Tyler picks Smith up, but A.C. goes low and sends Tyler careening head-first into the nearby ringpost! He grabs the guardrail to catch his breath, and Smith wastes no time in laying into Harrison with knife-edge chops and forearms to the head.

Tyler goes down next to the guardrail, and Smith picks him up, attempting to drop him neck-first on the steel. However, Tyler counters, pushing Smith into the barricade and landing on his feet behind him. Smith goes to the arena floor in a heap, and Tyler uses the time to go under the ring and drag out a table!)

HS: "And business may be about to pick up!"

FJ: "And I love it! Smash him to splinters, Tyler!"

(Tyler sets up the table at ringside, and after hitting a swift kick to A.C.'s temple, he sets Smith up on it and re-enters the ring. He runs to the opposite set of ropes and attempts a pescado over the top rope, but Smith rolls out of the way at the last second, leaving Tyler to take the brunt of the blow as the table splits!)

HS: "Tyler HAS to be hurting after those plans went awry!"

FJ: "But the great ones play with pain!"

HS: "Good to know I'm in the Hall of Fame for a reason, then!"

FJ: "HEY!"

(After a long wait, Smith picks Tyler up off the floor and rolls him back into the ring. He follows in short order, and the two lock up, with A.C. coming away with a side headlock. Tyler elbows out of it before coming off the ropes with a cross body block, but Smith catches him and reverses it into a Samoan drop for a two-count. Not discouraged, Smith picks Tyler up off the mat before whipping him into the ropes and slamming him back down.

Smith then signals to the crowd that Tyler's going up in the air! He follows up on it by applying a torture rack in the center of the ring!)

HS: "Torture rack! This one may be over in a few seconds!"

FJ: "Torture is right! The big, dumb oafs may actually go 2-for-2 tonight!"

(However, Tracy slides in from outside the ring and takes the referee down with a double-leg takedown before mounting and pressing him to the mat, where he cannot see Tyler tapping out like a madman! Smith has no choice but to release the hold, and he does, instead shoving Tracy off of Stu Abbot, below the bottom rope, and back to the floor. The distraction, however, gives Tyler times to recover, and when Smith comes back over, he catches him with an inside cradle! The count: One, two, no, just two!)

FJ: "DAMMIT!"

HS: "Another case of odds not working in the favor of A.C. Smith. He's fighting 2-on-1 here; it's a miracle this match wasn't over after that debacle we just saw right there."

(Smith springs up, and counters a Harrison hip toss attempt with one of his own. Tyler rolls up, and after a kick to the gut is blocked, he hits an enziguiri that staggers the big man before hitting a running lariat that ties him up in the ropes. He looks over at Tracy, and she nods, immediately going under the ring as Smith struggles in the confines of the ropes.

Tyler waits for her impatiently, but she comes up shrugging her shoulders, apparently not finding any weapons. This is unfortunate timing, as Smith springs free before hitting a flying tackle that sends Tyler down to the floor! The crowd roars as Tyler and Tracy bicker at ringside!)

HS: "Trouble in paradise, Frank?"

FJ: "No, that was a flying tackle. Get it right, jerk."

HS: " You mean there's a wrestler who has a move with that name?"

FJ: "JAMAICAN ME CRAZY, HERB!!!"

HS: "Groan...we DO have clauses in our contracts that prevents mentioning of...those guys."

FJ: "Oh. Not like they've ever won a lawsuit, though, right?"

HS: "Very true."

(Smith mockingly waits for the two to stop arguing, looking at his wrist like he has a watch on it. Tyler angrily storms back into the ring and fires away with punches, but they're countered with a forearm that drops Tyler to a knee. Smith runs to the ropes and hits a bulldog for a near fall, but Tyler fights his way to his feet before hitting a standing dropkick that knocks Smith down.

Tyler then goes up top quickly, and ducks several pieces of thrown garbage before coming off the turnbuckle with a swanton bomb!)

FJ: "MILLION DOLLAR SHOT!"

HS: "Could it be over?"

(Abbot makes the count; one, two, thr--)

HS: "NO!"

FJ: "WHY?!"

(Tyler and Tracy are both asking the same question, with the latter screeching for a faster count. After a few moments, Tyler tells Tracy to calm down, and he picks Smith up to set him up for an Irish whip. He winks to Tracy, who nods back before turning around to argue with a heckler in the crowd. Smith, however, reverses the move into a whip of his own, and Tracy, who thinks she's helping Tyler, actually trips him!)

FJ: "NO!!"

HS: "What a break for Smith! Now can he capitalize?"

(Smith wastes absolutely no time in picking Harrison up and dropping him back down to the ground with a gorilla press slam. He then follows up with a huge splash that shakes the ring! He makes the cover, and Abbot is there to make the count: One, two, thr--Tracy tries to pull Abbot out of the ring, but his hand hits the ring on the way out, and he calls for the bell!)

FJ: "I DEMAND A RECOUNT!!"

HS: "You won't get one! After an amazing match that was, at times, a handicap match, A.C. Smith has emerged victorious over Tyler Harrison and Tracy Jacobs! His demons have been exorcized, and he couldn't be happier!"

(Indeed, as Tyler and Tracy violently argue outside the ring, Smith plays to the crowd as "Welcome to the Jungle" echoes around the arena. His victory celebration is interrupted, though, as a slap is heard around the arena! Tracy has struck Tyler, and Smith leaves the ring before grabbing a microphone.)

A.C.: "I told you she was a bitch."

(He slams the microphone down before grabbing Tracy and throwing her into the ring! He makes a gesture to tell Tyler, "She's all yours," before leaving for good. Tracy assumes a fighting position inside the squared circle, but Tyler picks up what A.C. dropped, talking to the crowd.)

TYLER: "She's not worth it."

(A mixed reaction greets Harrison as Tracy is left speechless in the ring, and in the situation Smith wanted back in May when he returned to the AWA: Alone.)

FJ: "What?"

HS: "It kind of serves her right. Now, ladies and gentlemen, AWA Classic hasn't always been the premier event of the AWA, it became such after years of tremendous matches and events. And the match to possibly seal the deal was the one we're about to show you highlights from right now."

(A graphic says "AWA Classic 2002: Mortis Valley vs. Low".)

(Low takes the chair and starts ramming it into Mortis' ribs, then his legs. Finally, he takes a big swing and hits Mortis right across the head! Mortis slumps to the ground, at least as far as the barbed wire allows him to, as it cuts deep into his arms. Low, though, shows no mercy, and nails with the chair again! A third time! A fourth time! And then a fifth time! Suddenly, two referees run out from the back with tin snips! Low holds on, as the referees start cutting the barbed wire, freeing Mortis from the ropes. But as he slumps down, parts of the wire are stuck in his arms. The two referees talk to the assigned referee and they agree to stay at ringside. Meanwhile, Low picks Mortis up and takes the second role of barbed wire. Leaning him against the ropes again, Low, bare hands and all, rips the t-shirt off of Mortis and then starts wrapping his entire upper body in barbed wire!)

FJ: "The guy is so sick!"

HS: "Almost 2 years of constant verbal attacks and false claims, after The Hostile Alliance, under Mortis' direction, attacked Low and sent him to the hospital, after attacking all the women of the NHL on several occasions, after ganging up on CarnEvil, after sending Drake Hyde to the hospital, Low finally gets his chance for revenge! And he isn't any sicker than Mortis himself!"

(Low grabs a chair and sends the barbed wire wearing Mortis to the mat with another shot to the head. Low leaves the ring and grabs under it again, this time to get out the black and silver NHL hockey stick! He gets back into the ring and waits for Mortis to kneel before him. He lifts the hockey stick over his head, but before he can hit Mortis with it, Mortis grabs the sledgehammer and delivers a nasty low blow with it! Both men fall to the ground, as the crowd looks on in exhausted astonishment! Mortis slowly gets up, but he doesn't concern himself with the barbed wire surrounding his body. Instead, he takes the third roll of barbed wire and starts wrapping it around Low's upper body! He does as Low did before him and send him back down with a chair shot!)

HS: "Mortis is trying to get even after the hellacious beating he just received. And now he is even going to the top rope himself!"

FJ: "Both men are wrapped in barbed wire, and one can only imagine what Mortis has on his mind right now!"

(Barely able to stand, Mortis climbs to the top rope, not leaving the ring through the ropes, as the barbed wire wouldn't allow him too. We see the barbed wire cutting into both men's upper bodies. Mortis very slowly reaches the top rope, struggles a bit to get his balance, but then finally stands up straight. He looks into the crowd, who greets him with incredibly loud boos. Mortis looks up into the sky, before jumping off the ropes and going for a superfly splash!)

FJ: "Superfly by 'The Rage'!"

HS: "BUT LOW MOVES!"

(Indeed Low is able to get up and out of the way, as Mortis comes crashing down on the mat, driving the barbs even further into his own body! Merely out of instinct, though, Mortis is slowly getting up, but as he turns around, Low is waiting for him, using the hockey stick to support him standing, yet using his last ounce of strength to kick Mortis and then hit the Low Stunner!)

HS: "Low Stunner again!"

FJ: "Look at this! I think we have a problem here!"

(After the impact of the Stunner, neither man moves. The fans look on in horror as they see a mess of blood and flesh and barbed wire in the middle of the ring. The referee walks over and checks on them. He tries pulling Mortis off of Low, but he isn't able to. He calls the other two referees into the ring and they all try separating low and Mortis, but it doesn't work!)

FJ: "Low and Mortis are entangled in barbed wire, and the referees can't do anything about it!"

HS: "Besides, neither man is moving! What is this?"

(Suddenly, we hear the bell ring! The referee has stopped this match and the announcer declares it is a no-decision due to the inability of either man to continue! The assigned ref motions to the back and a number of EMTs come down to the ring, bringing two stretchers with them. The other two refs are busy cutting the barbed wire and freeing both Low and Mortis. After a while, both are freed of enough barbed wire to be put on separate stretchers. But as both men realize what is about to happen, they slowly roll off of their respective stretchers, and even if it's with the help of the referees and EMTs, they both walk up the ramp on their own before they go backstage.)

(Things go to the back as you see The Legendary Low walking towards his locker room, AWA World title belt in hand. He pulls out his key, puts it in the door, twists the knob, and goes inside. Low suddenly pauses as you see a man, a familiar man, sitting in a steel chair, his back turned to Low. The man gets up, turns around, revealing a personally-made 'AWA Classic 2008 - the destruction of cryin' Brian Williams!' t-shirt, and greets the surprised Low.)

MORTIS VALLEY: "Oh, hey there Low! It's been what? Four, five years now? I mean, man, sure, I was there for a few Hall of Fames, your match LAST year at Classic, and all. But we really haven't had a chance to talk for the past five years. How have you been?"

(Low looks to respond but Mortis cuts him off.)

MORTIS: "Ah! You're looking good. I mean, you're at your what? Twelvish World title reign? Impressive. And you're in the what? Oh yes, Classic's main event."

(Low looks annoyed.)

LOW: "Five years sounds about right, and yet I still don't feel the need to listen to your never-ending streams of consciousness. What do you want?"

MORTIS: "I know I haven't been around the last few years, and I know I am on the undercard as you pointed out, but Low... let me tell you this... my match with Steven Caldera.... Ray Owens... and..."

(Mortis pauses as he shakes his head.)

MORTIS: "Yes... even THAT Brian Williams... is...."

(Mortis smiles at Low as he speaks.)

MORTIS: "...going to outshine YOUR main event."

(Low chuckles.)

LOW: "Oh really, is that so? The old-timers from way back when overshadowing The Greatest Sports Legend Alive, huh? You really think Black Dragon's former lackey, the husband of Mrs. Ray Owens, the ultimate has-been and the guy who just can't shut the fuck up are going to overshadow YOUR World Champion?"

(Mortis nods at Low with an eerie smile.)

MORTIS: "See Low, for the last several years, it has been almost always been the main event at Classic that people talked about the most. I mean, Mortis-Low in 2002 is still talked about today. It's an excellent example and I am darn proud of it."

LOW: "Except for the fact it WASN'T the actual main event, I feel the same way about it. Beating you up the way I did felt really good."

MORTIS: "Well Low, what I am going to be take pride in now is when my match at Classic, a match that will see the destruction of THAT Brian Williams... outshines and outdoes YOUR match... in the main event."

LOW: "We'll see about that. After five years out of the ring, you've got to be about as rusty as the snatch of good old Morticia, rest her soul."

(Mortis smiles sarcastically and nods, and begins to leave. However, he pauses, pulls himself back a step, looks down at the World title, then up at Low again.)

MORTIS: "Low, you're a lucky man. You're lucky that the last five years I have been gone, and that after tonight the AWA is going to close. Because Low, if it wasn't going to close... after I'm done with my match and after I'm done with Williams... I'd come after this..."

(Mortis taps the world title.)

MORTIS: "And that means... if you hold it, I'd come after you..."

(Low smirks.)

LOW: "Problem is, after five years, you probably wouldn't fast enough to see my behind."

(Mortis pats Low on the shoulder as he gets right in his face and speaks.)

MORTIS: "Have a good match!"

LOW: "You too."

(Mortis walks off, as an annoyed Low looks after him. We cut back to Herb and Frank.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, last at the Universal Amphitheatre here in Los Angeles, the AWA inducted several new member into its Hall of Fame, me and my broadcast partner included."

FJ: "Right and not once did you thank me for carrying your ass into the Hall of Fame."

HS: "Shut up, Frank. One of the men inducted was a man who this year had his big breakthrough by winning the AWA World title and adding it to a long list of other titles - 'Chaos Stryke' Logan Alexander."

(We are once again taken back into the Universal Amphitheater. Terry James is standing at the podium in front of everyone, dressed in a white suit with many red maple leaves all over it that would make Don Cherry proud. Terry has his trademark cocky smirk on his face as he begins to speak.)

TERRY: "The man I'm inducting into the Hall of Fame tonight has been many things to me. He's been a bitter rival. He's been my strongest ally. He's been a champion for me to chase after. He's been a tag team partner for me to work with. But, above all else, the man I'm inducting tonight has always been an inspiration to me here in the AWA. This man is, of course, Logan Alexander."

"Logan is the kind of guy you want on your team. He's not always the most skilled, the smartest, the strongest...but he always has the biggest heart and drive to succeed. Logan Alexander in a slump was better than most people when they were ON. And everything that Logan has earned here in the AWA has been a result of hard work, grit and determination."

"And he's accomplished quite a lot when you really step back to think about it. He's held a record FIVE United States Championships, one of them being the second longest United States Championship reigns in AWA's history and ninth longest championship reign, period. He's held three Cruiserweight Championships. He's been a Tag Team Champion and he's been a No Limits Champion, once again having the second longest reign of that championship. He was the 2006 breakthrough of the year and he placed second in both the Spring Break Chamber and King of the Kage in 2007. And, this year, he finally won the big one, the AWA World Championship, becoming the sixth grand slam champion in AWA's history."

(Terry nods at all those accomplishments, knowing just how much Logan's done in the AWA.)

TERRY: "You know, I'm not ashamed to admit that Logan has always been a step ahead of me after I beat him to win my first and only United States Championship. Hell, maybe he has me to thank for all this success, because it almost seems like that loss caused him to kick it up a notch from then on. And, while I've always had a proverbial glass ceiling in front of me throughout my career, Logan's always found a way to break that ceiling."

"Of course, perhaps Logan's most defining feature is that, despite all of his accomplishments and all the praise he receives...he's always been a very humble person. In fact, the saying that 'you are your hardest critic' holds more for Logan than anyone else I know. Logan went through a few periods in his career where he through caution to the wind, but he has largely always been full of respect, honor and integrity. And, on top of all that, he's ALWAYS willing to mix it up with people, injured or not. And that really just goes to show how dedicated this man really is to the sport and to the AWA."

(Terry let's everything sink in for a few more moments before he begins to speak again.)

TERRY: "Well, I think it's time Logan got to have a say of his own about his career. Although, knowing him, he'll probably find it hard to congratulate himself, even after all I've said. Without further ado, I'm honored and privileged to induct my closest friend and rival into the Hall of Fame. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you 'Chaos Stryke' Logan Alexander!"

(Terry steps off to the side as "Never Turn Back" by Crash 40 hits and Logan Alexander makes his way up onto the stage and over to the podium. Logan is dressed similarly to Terry. He wears a black suit with red maple leafs all over it, much like the one Terry has. He looks at Terry and shakes his hand then takes hold of the AWA Hall of Fame plaque. He holds it in front of himself and stares at it quietly for several moments. He sets the plaque down on the podium, closing his eyes and shaking his head. He opens his eyes and looks around at the crowd gathered before him.)

LOGAN: "I really don't know where to begin... I'm not sure if I even have the words to be able to express how honored I am to have my name placed alongside so many AWA legends... many of which who are greater wrestlers than I have been or ever may be, especially after Terry comes out here and, knowing me as well as he does, lists a lot of the stuff I was planning on saying before I can."

(He looks over at Terry.)

LOGAN: "You even stole my suit idea. I was told it was one of a kind."

(The crowd laughs in response and Terry just smirks back at Logan in response. Logan smiles slightly and looks around again for a few more moments.)

LOGAN: "I must admit that I have been in something of a state of disbelief ever since I heard that I was to be inducted into the Hall of Fame. I may have done many great things here in the AWA over the last three years, but I still feel that I have not done enough to really justify my inclusion to this truly elite group. I guess that I will always be the hardest critic that I will ever have to disprove."

"I have had a long difficult journey to get to this point today though. While my first year was considered to be an indication of great things that lied ahead, my second year turned out to be a legacy killer. I made the mistake that so many newcomers make when they have a decent amount of success early in their careers... I became arrogant and over-confident. That led to me making many bad decisions in and out of the ring. I came very close to destroying everything I worked for. That cast doubts on any possibility of my reaching this point in my AWA career."

"Last year, after Classic, I was seriously considering the option of bringing my career to a close after many uninspired contests that left even me questioning whether I had what it took to succeed when it mattered most. But now... I stand before all of you, having accomplished enough in the last year to apparently change the minds of a great many people and at least project the image of being something greater than I am."

(He pauses for a few moments, gathering his next thoughts before continuing.)

LOGAN: "I have been an example that anything is possible in the AWA. Anyone can become a star if they are willing to work hard enough at overcoming their own shortcomings. I have come far in such a short time... but I know that I have a very long way to go still, even if it will not be with the AWA any longer."

"Ever since I first started to wrestle, my goal has always been to reach my best, to fulfill my potential. It's been the one thing that has driven me constantly over the last three years. At times I may go out and say that I'm interested in winning titles and accolades, but that is all in the pursuit of pushing myself to reach my best. But for all the success I've had that have allowed me to earn the honor of being a Hall of Fame member, is it my failures that got me to the point that I could earn that success at all."

"Among all the Hall of Fame wrestlers that are here tonight... I am the one who is different than all of them. I don't carry the accolades or accomplishments that they do. I'm the one that doesn't fit in with the established vision of what a Hall of Fame wrestler is. I'm not a multi-time World champion or someone that displayed their dominance at the top of the AWA. I'm not someone who beat everyone placed in his path or won all the big matches he was in. I didn't even make it to the top of the AWA within my first two years here."

(Logan stops and looks at the crowd, starting from one side and letting his gaze pan across all of them as he resumes speaking.)

LOGAN: "I'm just a guy that went out and competed to the best of his ability every week. That turned out to be enough to gain the recognition I needed to be given consideration for the Hall of Fame. No matter how bad things got for me, or how much I wanted to give up, I managed to keep going and come back from even the lowest depths I dropped to. If any one thing in particular earned me this honor... it would have to be my resiliency."

"I'd been pushed beyond my limits many times over these few years. Terry James, Steve Holly, Snake, Low, Evan Heir, Jason Storm... These are men who forced me to become better just so I could hold onto or regain my place in the AWA. Any great victory I was able to claim over any of them was only won after suffering defeat against them first. It seemed the harder I was knocked down, the faster I was then able to climb."

"I also feel that the people who have followed my career since the beginning have also played a role in keeping me where I am. Their support and their ire pushed me onwards when I started to flounder. The fans made me into something more than a wrestler. Sometimes it was a hero... at other times, a villain. They treated me like a champion whether I deserved it or not. They are the ones that took notice of me, and they are the ones who made the case for me to be here today... and I thank all of them for that."

(He smiles again and nods slowly to the crowd. He looks up at them again before he continues.)

LOGAN: "Tomorrow night may be the end of the AWA chapter of my career, but I doubt that the story will be ending for good just yet. Perhaps we'll have a chance to continue this here again one day... after all, my career has shown that there are endless possibilities and that just about anything can happen, especially when you least expect it."

(Logan reaches down and picks up the plaque again. He looks at it fondly for a few moments and then holds it in front of himself.)

LOGAN: "Again, thank you all for this honor... It is something I will cherish from this day onward, a true step towards greatness."

(He nods once again and moves away from the podium as the crowd begins to applaud him. After soaking in the applause for Logan Alexander, we then cut back into the L.A. Memorial Coliseum.)

HS: "What a night it was last night, but today promises to be even bigger and better, as the AWA holds its final event, AWA Classic 2008. Almost 90.000 fans are in attendance tonight!"

(The darkness speaks.)

"I am the new way to go. I am the way of the future."

(The voice repeats its words as a silhouette rises on the screen; an unseen flame lights an emotionless face, eyes closed, breathless. Her voice then speaks without neither her eyes nor mouth opening.)

"There's a lot of innocent people being crucified."

(The screen above the stage burns with one name.)

(QUADE DESADE)

(Quade steps out into a red spotlight while above him the fire of his name sears in to ash and is then blown away on the same wind that teases and his trail coat tails and another name materializes; black and bold and back lit with the aura of a black light.)

(THE UNHOLY HERO)

(Quade stands very still as the entrance behind him slowly fills with flames. The massive AWA logo drips with white hot pyro as the black of the Ameritron screen suddenly explodes in to a rapid fire montage, ending in the slow motion replay of the Ameritron itself detonating as The Iron Maiden shoots out from the inferno. The screen burns a hot red and one last name burns like a hot iron on flesh across the screen.)

(THE FIERY CROSS)

(The distorted voice begins its barrage on the ears of those assembled and Quade strides down the ramp with purpose, as the voice claims...)

VOICE: "We'll infect your carnal mind, mind, mind!!"

(All the way down it is as if the burning light of cruciformed name has him in a cross-shaped spotlight, as the lights remain low. Quade reaches the top of the steps and turns to face the mob.)

VOICE "After The Flesh!!"

(The darkness relents and the house lights go up even as the heavy chords of The Thrill Kill Kult still rake over the assembled mob. Quade deSade is oblivious to their presence let alone any discomfort they may be enduring. The voice cries out one more time.)

VOICE: "After The Flesh!!"

(And the harsh industrial music suddenly ends. Quade stands center ring, and defiant.)

HS: "We have Quade deSade in the ring, but this is unscheduled, so what is on his mind?"

FJ: "We know him, Herb, his mind is a filthy, perverted place and he's probably thinking about the pretty little thing he has tied to his bed back at the hotel."

(The lights go out. After about five seconds we see a big DW appear on the Ameritron. The fans also begin to boo on the sight of the big DW. Then, the masterful lyrics of "Kingdom Come" blares over the PA. We see pyro going off from around the arena. Finally red pyro shoots up from the stage, and the lights are back on. We see Jeff Christianson standing there looking directly at the ring, with the crowd still boo'ing him. We notice that he not only has a black towel on his head but, Standing alongside him is Paige Christianson. She looks around the arena, and they head down towards the ring. Paige walks up the stairs first, with Jeff following. They walk to the side part of the edge of the ring. Jeff Christianson now spins around and grabs the ropes in a pose for pictures. The crowd takes the pictures while Paige sits on the middle of the rope, holding it for Jeff. Jeff now steps into the ring. He has a cocky smile on his face as Paige enters the ring.)

HS: "Jeff Christianson is also being accompanied by his father, Jeff Christianson senior. All of the Christianson Foundation is in the ring now."

FJ: "Not all."

HS: "Not all... Oh"

HS: "Where is She?"

(Quade paces around the ring, hiding his face under his wide brimmed fedora. Christianson senior gives Paige his arm and the pair walk over to a corner as Jeff Christianson aka The Dark Warrior plays with his mic in the center of the ring.)

DW: "There has been a lot of talk, maybe too much talk of what happens next. What happens after tonight when the doors close on the American Wrestling Alliance?"

(The fans cheer and boo. Their emotions mixed between the acknowledged end and the fact that somebody is talking about it in front of them.)

DW: "My father..."

(Christianson senior gives his son the nod of the head for the mention.)

DW: "...and my wife Paige!"

(Paige takes a step out from the corner and gives a petite curtsey to each of the four sides of the ring.)

DW: "Always the show-off, eh honey?"

(The two share a smile before Jeff turns his attention back to the microphone and the fans in the Memorial Coliseum.)

DW: "I will have my family and their love and know that they genuinely have pride in what I have done here and what I will do in the weeks, months and years to come!"

QUADE: "But..."

DW: "But... but is this how I want it to end? Is it enough that my brother walks away forever known as the No Limits Champion? Is it enough that I leave knowing that Logan Alexander is beaten to a pulp at my hands, finally laying to rest our long dispute? Is it enough?"

(There are shouts of "More"' and "Encore", from the shadows and the balconies the fans begin chanting "AWA! AWA! AWA!")

HS: "An incredible display of loyalty from our fans here in Los Angeles. Jeff Christianson is somehow appealing to the hearts and the minds who are here for this final spectacular!"

QUADE: "No! No, it is not enough, it never was going to be enough for us. For me and my brother there is one man who has never had any guts. There is man who has been a thorn in our sides for almost the duration of our careers. We have fought that man in so many cities, states and countries across this world, but tonight there has to be reckoning and it is time that man faced Jeff Christianson and Quade deSade and finally receive his dues from The Christianson Foundation."

(Quade drops the mic as he takes a fighting stance facing the entrance.)

DW: "That man knows who he is and he needs to step up and get into this ring right now!"

(Jeff Christianson copies his half-brother and gets set to receive this man and the consequences of calling him out.)

FJ: "Who are they talking about. Who is this man they're waiting on?"

(The Christianson Foundation remains alert in case their call is answered. Then both Quade and Jeff stand and walk to the rope and shout up the ramp, then suddenly turn and walk to their father. Taking him by the hand, the two brothers bring Jeff Christianson senior to the center of the ring.)

DW: "This is that man! This is the man who set me on my path and left my brother to his. This is the man who coached me and forced me. Who taught me and punished me as I became the legend I have become in the American Wrestling Alliance!"

QUADE: "This is the man whose absence ensured I would become a chimera of nationalities. Forced to live in the war torn streets in Northern Ireland. Freely nurture an appetite like no other man's and discover what I was without his hand opening the doors or pointing the way!"

DW: "Yet this is not enough. We two will walk away with our heads held high and I know how proud you are of this, dad. But it is not enough, because at the end it is our family that has been insulted!"

(Quade walks to the edge of the ring again and looks straight up the ramp and holds the mic up to his mouth.)

QUADE: "When my father came to me and asked me to join his foundation, I had my doubts and I was influenced by my mistrust, but I allowed fate to take its course and I was surprised at the things that came to pass!"

DW: "The NPD tried to put us down the moment we stepped out from the shadows. Team after team was put in this ring against us and we defeated them, we destroyed the very fabric of what they were and we challenged their views and opinions in the ring and won every single time. But what award was there for The Christianson Foundation?"

QUADE: "What shining moment in time for a man who had finally brought his family together and united them into an UNDEFEATED force!?"

DW: "We earned the right, we earned the accolades and the honor and this man has been maligned and disrespected for doing nothing less than creating a force in this company that is the last, great unbeaten force in the American Wrestling Alliance. But were we recognized for this, was our father recognized for this?"

QUADE: "So, like good and dutiful sons, we two have come out here to make things right. We have already taking what is due to The Christianson Foundation. We have taken what is ours!"

(Both Quade and Jeff drop their mics and pull back their coats to reveal AWA championship belts. The Coliseum erupts as the belts are shown up on the Ameritron while the brothers parade their belts around the ring.)

FJ: "Those are the AWA Tag Team Championship belts. Wait a minute!"

HS: "Indeed, those were the belts stolen from President Gray's office in that security video we saw earlier tonight!"

QUADE: "It is about time that The Christianson Foundation was recognized for the champions we are!"

DW: "It's time that President Gray does the right thing and gives us these vacant titles!"

("Hail To The Chief" blasts over the PA system and none other than AWA President Travis Gray steps out on the stage to a loud chorus of boos.)

HS: "And here is the man responsible for the end of the AWA! And the fans let him know their disapproval!"

FJ: "Let's not dwell on the shortcomings of this great man too much, Herb!"

(Gray has a microphone in his hand and begins to speak.)

GRAY: "You've got to be kidding me! You want me to name you AWA Tag Team Champions? I should have you arrested for breaking into my office! Instead you want me to reward you with the AWA Tag Team title? No way!"

(The Christiansons look enraged.)

GRAY: "The AWA is no more! There is no tomorrow! In fact, the AWA is going to be as dead as the tag team division has been for years!"

(Gray draws serious heat with his demeanor and his comments.)

GRAY: "For years I worked hard to make this the best company in the world - and I succeeded! Over the past year or so I made some mistakes and I realized it was time to move on. It was time to cut my losses, and Jeff, Quade, Senior, you should cut your losses, too, and move on! There is no tomorrow in the AWA, Jeff and deSade, so as for your demand of me making you the last AWA Tag Team Champions... the answer is a loud and resounding NO!"

(Gray calmly turns around as the Christianson Foundation stands in the middle of the ring, throwing a fit over Gray's comments.)

FJ: "Couldn't he have done them that final favor?"

HS: "Why, the haven't actually earned the title, you know. Anyway, we are going back in time once more as we head to the finals of King Of The Kage 2003 - the last match of Drake Hyde."

(A graphic says "King Of The Kage 2003: Drake Hyde vs. Nightmist".)

(Drake now has the barbed wire completely unwrapped from the NHL stick and completely wrapped around his hand. Drake turns back to the ladder where Nightmist is still waiting for him. Drake begins climbing the ladder, and we see thin trails of blood begin to run down Drake's left arm as the barbs from the barbed wire stab into his hand while he climbs the ladders, grabbing each rung of the ladder. As Drake reaches the top, Nightmist begins laying into him with a series of rights. Drake is dazed, and Nightmist pulls him up that last rung. Three more straight rights to the chin of Drake's face and then Nightmist hooks Drake's head under his right arm. With his left arm, Nightmist motions to the crowd that it's time for another Let Down.)

HS: "Oh no, not that, AGAIN!!!!"

FJ: "Well... I guess we can pretty much name our new King Of The Kage."

(Nightmist is just about to lift Drake up and over the ladder to bring him crashing all the way down to the floor below with another Let Down. But suddenly, Drake sends a left to the ribs of Nightmist, the same ribs that felt the full force of Drake coming off the top rope with the shooting star leg drop. Nightmist winces in pain, but he keeps Drake's head under his arm. But Drake sends another barbed wire covered left to the ribs of Nightmist. Drake keeps laying into Nightmists ribs with that barbed wire covered left until finally Nightmist lets go of Drake's head. Drake pops up on the ladder and nails Nighmist with a left to the face, well mask. Drake quickly grabs Nightmist and hooks his head under his left arm. Drake points up and screams out "D!!!!!!!" and then lifts Nightmist into the air before Nightmist can react. Drake falls back from the ladder, and both men come crashing down as Drake delivers his own version of the brainbuster In Memory Of D. They hit the middle of the cage, and bust THROUGH the cage. But it doesn't stop there, they continue to fall through each and every one of those tables that are still in the center of the ring. Wood debris fly all over the cage, covering the ground in particles of the three tables. The ref turns his back to the sight that we see and covers his eyes from the on coming debris. The four cross beam poles of the cage are now hanging down into the ring around Drake and Nightmist as the chain links fence that was once the top of the cage is now hanging around the edges of the cage. The table and ladder that was once on top of the cage, is now in the middle of the ring on top of Drake and Nightmist. Both referees run and climb into the ring. They begin pulling away table debris, the one whole table, and the ladder. Once everything has been removed, we see Drake and Nightmist lying there motionless. Drake's eyes slowly open and he looks up to Nightmist who lay directly above him after the impact. Drake rolls over onto his stomach, crawls one arm pull closer to Nightmist and gets his arm over Nightmists chest. The ref hits the mat and counts 1.... 2..... 3....)

HS: "DRAKE DOES IT!!!! DRAKE DOES IT!!!!!"

FJ: "Well it's about damn time. Sheesh, how many tries does it take to win King Of The Kage? Everyone else does it their first year. But NOOOOOOO, it takes Drake THREE tries. Yeah, some super star."

(Back in the ring, neither Drake, nor Nightmist are moving at all. EMT's begin rushing out to the ring, but they stop as suddenly, "Bootylicious" begins to play as out comes some other guy. He's carrying a plate with a single burrito on it. The EMT's go back to climbing through the cage that has seen better days, as well as climbing into the ring. This guy makes it to the ring as the EMT's are about to place neck braces on both Drake and Nightmist yet again. He begins swatting at the EMT's like pesky little flies buzzing in everyone's ear. Once that guy has the EMT's held at bay, he leans down and checks on Nightmist. He begins pawing at Nightmist's face until Nightmist swats at his hand. This guy, satisfied with this as a sign of life then turns his attention to Drake Hyde. He grabs Drake by the hair, his white gloves turn red from the blood soaked hair. He pulls Drake face up and begins waving the burrito in front of his face as if it were smelling salt. Drake's eyes flutter and then close. The guy smiles and lets Drake face fall back to the mat.)

(We go back to Herb and Frank.)

HS: "And we haven't seen Drake Hyde since then."

FJ: "Yeah, what a loss."

(The lights begin to flash pink and black, then "Get Dancing" will fade in. Sebastian London appears in the O-tunnel and begins to slowly make his way down to the ring.)

FJ: "Sebastian London a happy man here tonight in Los Angeles as he greets the fans ."

HS: "Got to question his luck though having been kept out due injury and then after finally getting in to Classic only to have it be the last and in this match of all matches!"

("Never Enough" by 5 Finger Death Punch begins to play as a cross on its side is shown and then the words Unholy Hero flash.)

HS: "And just look at Sebastian London's face as he eyeballs this man!"

(Fire surrounds the top of tron as Draven Shadows emerges from underneath. He stands there is his newly re-formed Unholy Hero outfit. His trench coat black with white unholy crosses all over it. His tights have Unholy Hero along the legs with crosses.)

FJ: "London steps into the fight five-eleven and weighing two-thirty. Draven is seven-one even and a three hundred"

HS: "But looking at Draven's colors here I know there is going to be a few who will not appreciate his use of title he is wearing!"

( He looks out at the crowd and starts shouting out to them that the Unholy Hero is back. The crowd cheers back to Draven for the first time in his career. Draven makes his way to the ring as he gives some of the fans high fives. Draven stops at the front of the ring and looks out at the fans. He slides into the ring and then gets to his feet. He takes off his coat and hands it to a tech guy. He then stands in his corner waiting for the last two men to come down to the ring.)

(Rawstarr is sitting on a throne, and there are 6 people carry him down to the ring. There is a blue and white lights glaring over the arena. and there is a mist of white smoke all around.)

HS: "And if there was ever an example of how tings get complicated here in the American Wrestling Alliance Draven and this man are the prime examples!"

FJ: "Draven claims Rawstarr betrayed by letting Quade deSade imprison him and then shove him through the Ameritron!"

HS: "You have to kind of see Draven's point. That match was a three on two handicap match where Quade deSade and Jeff Christianson faced and defeated the combined might of The NPD and Cynder!"

(The NPD Members (Big Bad Blue, Bronco T, Tim "The Giant") are walking him like they are his body guards as he goes to the ring.)

(The three men in the ring begin to eye each other up and almost immediately Draven and Rawstarr start exchanging words while out side the ring Big Bad Blue, Bronco T and Tim "The Giant" circle the ring like sharks waiting for a victim to fall overboard.)

(The darkness speaks.)

"I am the new way to go. I am the way of the future."

(The voice repeats its words as a silhouette rises on the screen; an unseen flame lights an emotionless face, eyes closed, breathless. Her voice then speaks without neither her eyes nor mouth opening.)

"There's a lot of innocent people being crucified."

(The screen above the burns with one name.)

(QUADE DESADE)

(Quade steps out into a red spotlight while above him the fire of his name sears in to ash and is then blown away on the same wind that teases and his trail coat tails and another name materializes; black and bold and back lit with the aura of a black light.)

(THE UNHOLY HERO)

(Quade stand very still s the entrance behind him slowly fill with flame and the massive AWA logo drips with white hot pyro as the black of the Ameritron screen suddenly explodes in to a rapid fire montage ending in the slow motion replay of the Ameritron itself detonating as The Iron Maiden shoot out from the inferno; the screen burns a hot red and one last name burns like a hot iron on flesh across the screen..)

(THE FIERY CROSS)

(The distorted voice begins is barrage on the ears of those assembled and Quade strides down the ramp with [purpose in time as the voice claims .... )

Voice: "We'll infect your carnal mind, mind, mind!!"

(All the way down it is as if the burning light of cruciformed name has him in a cross-shaped spotlight as the lights remain low. Quade reaches the top of the steps and turns to face the mob just as .....)

Voice "After The Flesh!!"

(Quade pulls off his trail coat and drapes it over his corner post and the darkness relents and the house lights go up even as the heavy chords of The Thrill Kill Kult still rake over the assembled mob Quade deSade is oblivious to their presence let alone any discomfort they may be enduring. The voice cries out one more time ... )

Voice: "After The Flesh!!"

(And the harsh industrial music suddenly ends. Quade stands center ring, and defiant in the presence of the three men set to try and take his title from him tonight.)

HS: "We have got referee Stu Abbott in the ring for this Four-Corner Survival match for the No Limits Titles!"

FJ: "Each man being told to take his corner and it looks like Sebastian London is set to start this match against the title holder, Quade deSade!"

HS: "Either Sebastian or Quade can tag in either Draven or Rawstarr .."

FJ: "Not forgetting that this is still a No Limits match and No Limits rules apply outside the ring!"

(Abbott calls for the bell and Quade comes up from his stance t stand straight and offer Sebastian London ad open hand to shake.)

HS: "Of all the.."

FJ: "Quade wants to shake hands with Sebastian London. But this Quade deSade and he has never shown a ounce of respect or compassion to another man or women in the seven years he has been in that ring!"

(The crowd is boo-ing and shouting out to London not take the hand of deSade. But there is that small but audible element that is egging London to take it.)

(London begins to reach out but bottles out as his fingers almost touch deSade's. Quade opens his arms to try and appeal to London's better nature that his intentions are honorable. Draven shakes his head in disbelief while Rawstarr is complaining to the referee. Quad intervenes in the debate and both he and Rawstarr get down to case and have to be separated by the referee. Stu Abbott warns Rawstarr back to his corner while Quade takes his place back in the middle of the facing Sebastian London; Quade suddenly Rakes the Eyes of Sebastian London and steps in to grab him by his throat in a Choke Hold driving London back in to the ropes. The referee see the action and moves in just as Quade releases his grip but grabs Sebastian's arm in to a rear Wristlock and turns him to face the ropes; Quade grabs a handful of London's hair and grates his face along the tope rope of the ring. )

FJ: "Referee Stu Abbott is having none of this and is warning Quade deSade off from London and Quade may just get himself kick out of this match!"

HS: "That may just be his idea Frank. If he is disqualified while in that ring he retains the title and the sure knowledge that he will be the last No Limits champion in A.W.A. history!"

(Quade goes through the usual nod-and-smile for the ref then shoves his way past to grab Sebastian and Whip him across the ring to the other side.)

FJ: "Quade playing this from more than one angle. If he keeps Sebastian away from both Draven and Rawstarr he can chip away a Sebastian at will and win this match with little or no effort!"

(Draven and Rawstarr are both straining to get a tag from Sebastian London but Quade teases both the former NPD allies as he locks Sebastian into an Arm Lock then drags him away from both men to a neutral corner where Sebastian is Hip Tossed on to the turnbuckle.)

FJ: "Sebastian London has just become Te Hanged Man!"

HS: This is Quade's set for The Condemned and both Rawstarr and Draven are livid. Look at tem trying to call out to London and bring him out that daze!"

(Rawstarr steps in to the ring and tries to interfere but Abbott gets mixed in with their tussle and is again blindsided to what else is going in his ring as both Bronco T and Tim The Giant move in and pulls Sebastian down from the post and out of the ring.; Quade sees the shenanigans and takes matters in to his won hands.)

(Quade runs for the corner and use the brackets holding the ropes as steps and climbs to the top of the post taking only one more step to jump clear of the ring and hammering down on The Giant who is trying to hide London under the apron with a Knee Drop across the back of his shoulder; The Giant goes down and all bets are off.)

HS: "Draven is running around in a desperate effort to get at Quade even as The Fiery Cross rolls free from that high impact/high risk move from the top of the ring!"

(Quade duck a punch from Bronco but rises straight in to the arms of Draven and Bear hug; Rawstarr has rolled free of the ring and dashes in to join the chaos; jumping up on to the apron Rawstarr beckons Draven over and as the air is crushed from deSade's body Rawstarr locks in a rear Headlock and begins to twist and pulls, jamming deSade's jaw shut.)

FJ: "There is little the ref can do her and Quade walked right in to this ambush!"

HS: "Can Quade walk away from it though?"

(On Rawstarr's nod Draven releases Quade who know hangs from Rawstarr's headlock. With help from The Giant, Rawstarr begins to push himself upright effectively hanging Quade deSade before the fans gathered to witness this last Classic and the end of AWA history.)

HS: "Oh my God Draven just took Tim The Giant out with a monstrous Hard Scoop Slam with little else than the mats to cushion the impact on the unforgiving concrete floor of The Coliseum!"

(Rawstarr sees the danger and drops Quade to the mats where Sebastian London is recovering and trying to stay clear of the free for all as Rawstarr leaps, twist to reach the second rope and Moonsault into Draven carrying both of them into the security barrier; Draven brawls his way clear of Rawstarr obviously looking Quade who is using the steels steps to pull himself up to vertical base; Rawstarr take a little longer to recover but realizes the danger and shakes it all of just a Draven pins Quade on the steel steps and hammers home Mud Dhrong (Straight Punch) after Mud Dhrong.)

FJ: 'My lord Quade's head is bouncing off of that steel and I don't think Draven cares if his 'old friend' even gets back in the ring!"

HS: "Sebastian London making it to the relative safety of the ring, but as much as Draven detests Quade for just about everything he has saved just enough for a man he believes betrayed him!"

(Rawstarr snatches up a steel chair and charges in to the fray.)

HS: "Rawstarr wants to take Quade's title just as much as Draven Shadows wants to tear him limb from limb and make him bleed all over this arena for all the harm he has caused him!!"

FJ: "Well, Karma is a bitch!"

(A pair of rapid blows across the back of Draven's shoulders and head get his attention and save deSade fr5om a bloody beating as Draven turn on Rawstarr who swing a third time and catches Draven in his kidneys dropping him to a knee beside Tim; Rawstarr swings again but Draven rolls with it and catches the chair under his arm; Rawstarr tries to wrestle it free as Draven stand tall and bends to glare straight in to Rawstarr's face.)

HS: "I don't know what these two are saying but they have issues and the fact is if they can't get past them they may just loose their chance on taking their respective pounds of flesh out the man they both hate!"

FJ: "Rawstarr stealing a page from deSade's play book and blinds Draven with an Eye Gouge!"

(Quade uses the action between Draven and Rawstarr to slip inside the ring and under the stomping heels of Sebastian London who hammers his boot Quade like a maniacal jack hammer.)

(Rawstarr stagger is way back to his corner and as deSade fights his way to his feet Draven likewise recovers enough to climb up in to his corner as Quade ducks a Round House Kick from Sebastian; Quade charges in with an Elbow Smash Clothesline only to have the fresher wrestler in this match side step him and as Quade turns Sebastian slaps the taste from Quade's mouth.)

HS: "Uh oh."

FJ: 'Domani, et spiritus sancti"

(Sebastian takes a harsh Kick to his Gut; doubled over Quade moves around behind Sebastian and grabbing him by his waist line yanks his trunks down by his ankles.)

FJ: "Sebastian came commando!"

(The shrill laughter and explosive reactions gains Quade a moment to step back. Even his long tome foes take a moment to point some London's landmarks.)

HS: "Quade receives another warning and Stu Abbott doesn't seem to care of Quade was disrespected by Sebastian."

(London has barley got himself organized when Quade takes him in hand again and in to the ropes; Quade time the rebound with heartless professionalism and strike Sebastian with a Heart Kick; Sebastian stops dead; his eyes wide he looks at deSade's boot planted firmly in his rib cage the drops to his knees.)

(Quade steps around the back of Sebastian again and locks in a Full Nelson; the looks on the faces of both Draven and Rawstarr are of desperate shock as the begin to demand Quade le them in the ring. A cold, crocodile smile grows on Quade's face as he lifts Sebastian to the vertical base and tightens his hold.)

HS: "Sebastian came in to the match with the sure knowledge that he would not win, those were his own words but I don't think he even dreamed that anything like this was going to happen!"

FJ: "Look at that bastard, he's teasing Rawstarr by bending Sebastian's arm out and dragging it back before the tag is mad!"

(Quade drags Sebastian over to Draven and does the same, taunting the man he sent to fiery fate before returning to Rawstarr as the fans call out 'Wooooaaaahh!' each time deSade extends Sebastian's arm out; despite London's struggle Quade yanks hard and drops him in to his knee jarring his spine before re-applying the Full Nelson and hauling him over to Draven's corner to yet again taunt him; this time Draven is having none of but Quade forces Sebastian's arm out and Draven locks eyes with deSade before slowly reaching out and tapping himself in at London's expense.)

(The fans are on their feet in the isles as Quade backs off from the advancing Draven; Quade smiles and goes to tag in Rawstarr but in a second Rawstarr leans away as Draven lunges in and catches Quade deSade by his arm and Judo Tosses him back in to the ring; Quade rolls and runs for the ropes and hits the hard coming back at the charging seven foot German; An Elbow Smash Clothesline strike home as Quade suffers Draven's retribution as he is turned through a Cattle Mutilation, Quade somehow pulls and arm free as Draven rises over him with a knee and surges up to drive a Low Blow in to Draven but the German has been here before and dodges around the strikes to slam a Pele kick into Quade's back; The Fiery Cross comes up to his knees his back arcs violent from the impact and his head thrown back as he screams out; Draven walks over to Rawstarr and tags him in.)

(Rawstarr moves in with all the purpose of the maligned on Quade; Quade takes an Enziguri from Prince Rawstarr and falls back, Rawstarr pins him and referee Stu Abbot comes in for the count.)

FJ: "It was a goddamn execution and Draven Shadows set his old ally up for this!"

Crowd: "ONE!!!"

Crowd: "Two!!!"

Crowd: "THREE!!!"

HS: "NO!!!!"

FJ: "Quade got a shoulder up and the ref is calling it two, he is only calling a two-count!!!"

(The look on Rawstarr's face is one of disbelief but then he nods as he steps back and walks to Draven's corner to tag him in.)

(Draven is tagged in and presses Quade for another pin and again the referee slides in for the count.)

FJ": "Draven gets another near three count but look at deSade I don't think he knows where he is or what date it is. I don't think he knows what is happening!"

(Quade is hauled up from the mat and through the vertical base until the tips of his toes are clear six inches off of the canvas as Draven crushes him in side another Bear Hug; Draven sprints in to a corner releasing Quade in time to be slammed in to a turnbuckle and crushed by Draven's three-hundred plus pounds; Quade staggers out and Draven is waiting for him; Quade is picked an dropped through a Full Nelson turned into a Half Nelson Scoop Slam.)

(The referee calls the count after one as he [points out Quade boot on the bottom rope and Draven walks away screaming as he tags in Sebastian London again who steps in cautiously as Draven realizes he may have tagged in the wrong man; Sebastian finds his courage and as Quade pushes himself up he is knock flat again by an Ax Handle Elbow Drop from London; London rises and grabs Quade's foot in to an Ankle Lock but Quade grabs the ropes again and the referee warns Sebastian off from the submission maneuver; Quade gains his feet as Sebastian steps in the two lock up.)

FJ: "You have to give it to London, he stepped in there knowing he was going to loose and get hurt."

HS: "Not this hurt, I don't think anyone deserves this kind of hurt!"

FJ: "But so far it is Quade DeSade who has been suffering the pain and despite the efforts of both Rawstarr and Draven Shadows Quade is still in there and still fighting"

(Quade whips Sebastian to the ropes and aims another Elbows Smash Clothesline only to have Sebastian duck under and hit the other ropes; Sebastian hangs on and kills his momentum and before Quade can find him Sebastian London tags in Rawstarr.)

HS: "Quade has yet to make a tag in this match!"

FJ: "That's cause he knows if he does he is out of this match and out of title,. Despite Grays intentions this basically a handicap match with Sebastian, Draven and Rawstarr tagging out against the No Limits Champion!"

(Quade turns to see Rawstarr moving on his and the two men begin to trade blows; Quade slam home Closed Fist Punches aft punch into Rawstarr but The Prince weathers the assault to answer back with Fore Arm Smashes but it is Quade who quickly wins through and the two men grapple against the ropes; Rawstarr manages to slide down between Quade and the ropes and side step but only to have Quade grab the back of his neck, pull him up and charge him back into his own corner and have his face driven in to the top of the post; Quade does it again bur Prince Rawstarr blocks and slams and elbow back into Quade's head, then another and another and another until deSade releases him; Rawstarr turns within the corner and uses the ropes as support as he lifts himself to drive a super kick into Quade's head and knocking him backwards; Quade rolls through and lands on his knees shaky and disoriented; Rawstarr moves in to lock in a cross face hold from a chicken wing but the pains suddenly wakes deSade who struggles violently and desperately rolling himself and Rawstarr out through the ropes.)

(Quade and Rawstarr come up face to face and trade off again; Rawstarr grapples in and slams Quade face off of the apron, as Quade recoils he catches Rawstarr and bull rushes him into the nearest barrier before turning to face Sebastian London who finally enters The Fight On The Outside; From the ropes Sebastian collides with both Rawstarr and Quade with a Moonsault leaving Draven to walk in and starting picking the pieces apart.)

FJ: "Draven Shadows has both Rawstarr and Quade at his ..."

(Frank Jackson is cut off as the PA explodes with sound.)

Voice: "I have always been here!!"

FJ: "Now this is more like it!"

Voice: "I have always looked out from behind the eyes!!"

(The entrance is bathed in a Hellish red glare.)

Voice: "It feels like more than a lifetime!"

(Quade grabs a handful of Draven's hair and yanks his head around as he points up the ramp towards the entrance.)

Voice: "Feels like more than a lifetime!"

(The entrance is engulfed in a foreboding aura when a beam of light from high among the arena rafters slowly illuminates the archway and the space beyond revealing a tall and heavily built figure standing there.)

HS: "Draven is just standing there, look at the look on his face."

(The crippling chords of 'Sorrow' by Pink Floyd reverberate around The memorial Coliseum as The Maiden begins to slowly descend from the O-Tunnel towards the see of wrecked bodies. Draven shakes his head as he says 'no, no, no..' but Regardless of his denial the Maiden's advance is relentless.)

HS: "Quade's Maiden is making and appearance but the question is who is going inside in this brutal Fight On The Outside!?"

(Quade, Rawstarr and Sebastian London look up from the pile on the mats and Quade is the only man smiling; Quade takes advantage of the moment and rises to spear Draven down to the mat where he begins to pummel him with Closed Fist Punches; the moment is soon past as Rawstarr hauls Quade of Draven with an Arm Lock and through a Hip Toss to the mats before driving Quade head down into the mats again and again and again; Prince Rawstarr dismounts Quade and pulls the mats clear to reveal the bare cement beneath before turning ion Quade, he is interrupted as both Sebastian and Draven converge and the three men duke it out between them; Sebastian drive a Boot to the Gut of Rawstarr who somehow manages to roll with it bit into the Mat At (Uppercut) of Draven Shadows, Rawstarr is spun on his heels but ducks the Sork Glab (Spinning Elbow) which catches Sebastian London instead.)

FJ: "I don't know if that was meant but London has been dropped like a sack of old potatoes!"

(Rawstarr come back up and he Draven face off until Quade gets his feet then the three pose John Woo style before Quade slams a Low Blow in to Draven; Rawstarr avoid the same and slams and elbow down in to Quade shoulder knocking him back as Draven sucks it up to charge into Quade with a Kao Loy (Jumping Knee Kick) which drive Quade further from the ring; Draven lunges in with a Running Big Boot which Quade side steps and hammers a Spinning Back Fist in Draven's' face; Rawstarr steps in with a series of Ju do Chops before he Hip Tosses Quade to the mats; Rawstarr tries to press the advantage by driving knees to the back of Quade's Head; Quade somehow rolls free but not enough to stop Draven grabs his up in a Half Nelson; Rawstarr moves as Quade reaches back with his free hand and rams his thumb in to Draven's eye only to take a Vertical Suplex from Rawstarr.)

FJ: "I have never called anything like this!"

NS: "Quade is fighting for his life out there against two men who have more hate for him alone than for each other!"

FJ: "Quade is ducking shots from both Rawstarr and Draven. I have no idea how but he's not even looking at the two former NPD allies as they back up towards The Maiden and Herb this may be just what they want!"

HS: "Both Draven Shadows and Prince Rawstarr have seen the inside of The Maiden but they have yet to put their demons to rest. A demon who is standing before them now swapping bone break shots with them!"

(Quade deSade avoids a Yiep Dhe (Step-Up Kick) from Draven turns being ism and picks him up into an Atomic Drop; Quade turns to face Rawstarr as Draven collapses to the ground incapacitated; Rawstarr grabs Quade by the shoulders and drives him hard in to The Maiden; Quade blocks an Eye Gouge from Rawstarr and the two men trade punches and blows back down the arm almost like duelists; Quade gets psyched out as Rawstarr feints a Raw Awakening only to suddenly twist and strike out with an Inverted Knee To The Groin; Quade simply stands, blinking, smiling.)

HS: "I, uh .. what the .."

FJ: "Quade just took the mother of all Mule Kicks to his family jewels and all he is doing smiling at Rawstarr who is obviously confused."

(Quade reaches into his pants and removes a cod piece not unlike a professional football players but obviously made of steel.)

(Rawstarr's jaw drops but Quade drops his when he uses the cod piece to hammer a blow to his fore head.)

(Quade turns and sees Sebastian, the legal man slide in to the ring and gain his feet. The look in Quade's eyes more than suggests that he isn't done as he walks back to The Maiden and Draven Shadows who is still nursing is pain. Quade Back Fist Draven across the face before reaching down and garbing a handful of his hair, Quade pulls Draven up against the Maiden and begins to unlock the latches; Draven somehow realizes the danger and starts to fight his way to his feet; Quade snatches at Draven's throat locking in a Choke Hold and slams his head off of The maiden; Quade open The Maiden up and with his hand still tightly clutches over Draven's throat he force the German to bend his head down into the inside of the iron maiden; there seems to a long and slow heart beat as Quade turns to the ring; The Ameritron splits in to three showing Quade, London and the prone Draven Shadows a split second before Quade Shoulder Blocks the front of the iron maiden shut on Draven' head. The front swings open a little and somehow Draven is still on his knees, and Quade again bull rushes the front of the iron maiden closed crushing the neck and upper body of Draven Shadows; Rawstarr's face is a tableau of shock as he watches the scene from the mats where he scrambles to get up from his butt.)

(Quade spares Draven a last look before slowly walking towards the ring where Sebastian London drops to fighting stance and waits for The Fiery Cross.)

HS: "Sebastian has shown everyone here tonight he has the courage to come to this fight and stick it out but you have to question his sanity for staying this long?"

FJ: "He's staying alright, but he's a condemned man Herb. Where else is there to go!?"

(Quade slides in to the ring and as if the whole event has come full circle Quade deSade stands just with arms reach of Sebastian London and offers him his hand.)

HS: "Again?"

FJ: "After all that has just happened, the blood and atrocities. The brutality and extremes we have witness can it come down to this?"

(The fans all around The Memorial Coliseum are in uproar and the solid wall of sound generated b the thousands of people are divided as to whether London should take the hand of Quade deSade or not. The youngest man in the ring, on the roster of the American Wrestling Alliance seem s small as he looks out beyond the four side of the ring he shares with The Unholy Hero and No Limits Champion as if looking for that single pearl of wisdom as to what he should do.)

FJ: "Don't take his hand Sebastian!!"

(Quade extends his hand again and a cold, crocodile smile spreads on the face of The Fiery Cross.)

HS: "Sweet Jesus, Sebastian London is going to do it. He's going to take the hand of Quade deSade and hand him the title making him once and for all the American Wrestling Alliance No Limits champion!!"

(Sebastian reaches out and again just as the tips of his fingers nearly touch Quade's Sebastian draws his hand back fast and thumbs his nose at deSade; enrage Quade charges as Sebastian backs in to the ropes and comes out to roll under Quade's clotheslines and to tag in.)

FJ: "Prince Rawstarr!!!"

(Prince Rawstarr and Quade deSade collide in the near center of ring and drop; Quade come to his feet fast and he charges Rawstarr who rolls to his side and then to a vertical base of his own just in time to have Quade deSade strike him with a Double Knife Edge Chop that rocks him on his heels; Quade press with Closed Fist Punches against Rawstarr who ducks and bobs and weaves until finally an opening occurs and he skips in and grabs Quade in to Side Headlock and throws him into the corner; Rawstarr charges after and mounts the second rope and begins to drop punches of his on Quade face and head until he's opened up and bleeding. As the fans count 'eight! Nine! Ten!!' Rawstarr jumps off and soaks in the adoration of this crowd as Quade deSade almost collapses in the corner; Rawstarr turns his attention back to Quade and charges to deliver the heel of his boot to Quade face only to get hung up as Quade drops and rolls out; Quade grabs both of Rawstarr's leg as and shoves him down to the canvas, grabbing him by both ankles there is a deep breath before Quade yanks backwards and hard posting Rawstarr between his legs; Quade deSade quickly ties Rawstarr's legs around the post in to a figure four and pressure the lock until Rawstarr begins to scream in agony; Quade soon grows tired way before the referee warns and Quade climbs in to the ring; standing on Rawstarr's head Quade twist and as the boots slip down the side o f Rawstarr's head his eye are raked by the boot laces, referee Stu Abbott steps in again and force Quade back in to a neutral cornet until the ref signals for the fight to continue.) <>P>(Rawstarr and Quade come together again in ten middle of the ring and it is Quade again who powers through to Whip Rawstarr to the ropes; Rawstarr grabs the roes and kills him moment, Quade charges but Rawstarr lifts him into a Back Body Drop that carries the champion up and over the top rope to the outside again; Rawstarr follows on quickly and is amazed to find Quade trying to get to his knees; Rawstarr hooks Quade around his bald head and strikes him with a closed fist; pulling Quade to his feet again Rawstarr locks in another side head lock an pulls Quade over to where he removed the mats earlier and the goes directly in to a Bad-T, DDTing Quade deSade off of the naked cement.)

HS: "Holy Mother of Mercy. Is thee anyway that Quade will live to see the closing ceremony of this final Classic!?"

(Rawstarr slides back in to the ring and looks around smiling himself. Walking over to Sebastian London he tags him in the slides back out again. Rawstarr rolls Quade towards the apron but the near dead weight is too much for him. Rawstarr signals London to get out there and help him. Between then and after much effort Quade deSade is rolled back in to the ring. Rawstarr resume his place and points out the opportunity to London who still has to roll Quade on his back.)

HS: "Sebastian London is about to become the very last No Limits champion in A.W.A. history with win over none other than Quade deSade himself!!"

(Quade is rolled and Sebastian coves as referee Stu abbot counts out the pin.)

Crowd: "ONE!!!

Crowd: "TWO!!!

Crowd: "Thr.."

HS: "Quade's arm is up again, he broke Sebastian London's pin and denies the new blood the victory that would have written history here in Los Angeles!!"

(Quade rolls but is in obvious pain; Sebastian move in but Quade suddenly surges up and Head Butts him before whipping him back in to Rawstarr's corner; Rawstarr tags himself in and moves in to face Quade.)

HS: "Rawstarr is rested some and even so compared to the No Limits champion he is in perfect health. This is all becoming a formality now. All Rawstarr is doing now is getting a little payback at Quade's expense for himself and so many others!"

(Quade blocks an Enziguri from Rawstarr who presses him backwards; Quade is pulled in to an Arm Lock ad the thrown to the ropes, Rawstarr jogs in and drops Quade with Drop Toe Hold and goes for the pin.)

(A respectable two-count later Rawstarr is back on his knees pulling Quade up and locks in Dragon Sleeper, )

HS: "Quade can't resist this for long after the pounding he has taken at the hands of all three challengers to his title!!"

FJ: "Referee Stu Abbott is checking him out already and there's One!"

(The ref lifts Quade's arm again and it nearly falls all the way but Quad keeps it level with his shoulder; getting his feet under him Quade shoves backwards forcing Rawstarr to break the hold but not to be denied Rawstarr move around Quad as he rises then moves in again locking in an Abominable stretch but something warns Quade and he works it through lifting Rawstarr up into an Elevated Back-To-Back Hammerlock lifting Rawstarr from his feet but forcing Rawstarr to lean all his weight don on one limb, the arm trapped between them in the Hammerlock.)

(Quade, showing the signs of fatigue and injury from the contest stagger allowing Rawstarr a chance to put his feet against the ref and pushes sending all there men to the canvas.)

HS: I think these guys are going to die from exhaustion before we get a winner?"

(Indeed, the referee gets to his feet and sees the two competitors sprawled out at his feet and he starts counting; at the count of five Quade stirs and rolls to his knees while at seven Rawstarr has crawled in to his own corner and is no standing.)

(Both come together and Rawstarr blocks the Knife Edge Chop from Quade and hammers forearm smash back in to his chest causing him to stagger; moving back I Quade dodges the Big Boot only to find Rawstarr's leg now resting in his shoulder; Quade shunts Rawstarr up on to the post and lays in the punches mush in the same way Rawstarr did to him earlier.)

Rawstarr and deSade trade blows, Quade almost falls when Rawstarr shoved but has a handful of Rawstarr's hair and pulls himself in ; Quade tries to turn Rawstarr to face in to the ring as he continuously beat him with his fist; Rawstarr sense the danger and reaches out to tag the near by Sebastian London before allowing himself to fall from the turnbuckle. Quade has been caught unawares but soon realizes who the legal man is as he tries to lock in the headlock in preparation for a Superplex on Quade only to join Rawstarr on the mat after he too is shoved clear of the post.)

(Quade drops to the mat and rolls London clear of Rawstarr and begins to pull him to his feet, Quade swings him through a Whip but stops and short whips him back in to the corner hard. Quade grapples Rawstarr in to a Full Nelson and turns to back himself and Rawstarr in to the corner.)

HS: "Rawstarr is about t be Crucified by the No Limit Champion!"

(Quade gains the middle rope and lifts causing Rawstarr's weight to pull down and tighten the Full Nelson lock causing incredible agony to Rawstarr.)

From nowhere Sebastian reaches out and tags Rawstarr and begins to climb the post up behind Quade deSade; he grabs Quad around is neck and leans back; the sudden jerking back causes deSade to drop Rawstarr and focus on Sebastian; Quade pulls out of Sebastian's grapple and starts to hammer him with his Closed Fist, high above the ring Quad has London by his hair leaning back from the punches that are ripping into him; Quade sifts his feet until he is facing out in to the crowd and he gathers Sebastian London up into a Full Nelson.)

FJ: "Sebastian is being Crucified out there but Quade has him on the outside and referee Stu Abbott can't ask him!!

(Quade hoist Sebastian a Crucifix Powerbomb out from the ring and down in to the steel steps below; Sebastian hits hard and comers to rest awkwardly from his impact and is unmoving.)

(There is sudden and almost complete silences after the tolling bell-like peel from London hitting the steel steps.)

HS: 'I'I'I' don't now what to say, I think he's dead."

(Wolf pack cameras rush the scene and soon a hundred different angles of Quade, The maiden and Draven's unconscious body, Rawstarr trying to pull himself tote edge of the ring to see, referee Stu Abbott and commentators Frank Jackson and Herb Summer are plastered in a mosaic on the Ameritron. But none ore common than the impassive face o Te Fiery Cross Quade deSade as he drops from the top of the post to the top of the steel steps then down to the mat where Sebastian London lies sprawled; Quade smiles that cold, crocodile smile and looks back in to the ring and locks eyes with Prince Rawstarr before lift and hoisting the dead weight of Sebastian London to a shoulder. London is rolled in to the ring and Quade follows.)

(Grabbing London by a wrist Quad drags him to the center of the ring now so darkly stained with blood and with sweat and rolls him on to his back.; Quade takes a moment o soak in the atmosphere of the disbelieving, shocked and horrified and the thousands upon thousands of speechless witnesses.)

9Quade leans down slowly and pins both of Sebastian's Shoulders to the canvas evenly and waves the referee in.)

HS: "One, two, three."

FJ: "Quade deSade retains his title against the odds and what cost?"

(A video starts up of an alley with a single flickering lamp struggling to illuminate a small patch of pavement against the darkness of a city. The streets whisper with wind amongst a noticeable absence of man-made activity... save for the sound of a single pair of footsteps. They slow, yet grow closer, until a figure moves into the light and stops, looking down)

(The jeans are torn, the black t-shirt ruffled, in the left hand is a beer, in the right a dented steel chair. Yet the most discernable characteristics are the scars along the arms, across the neck, and as he slowly looks up, the beaten, rugged and brutal cold face of the former world champion, Sabotage)

SABOTAGE: "I'm here tonight with something to say... something that nagged at me when I heard of the plight of the AWA, something that couldn't be left unsaid. Though it's been a long time since my era, that is no matter. Whilst others reminisce for their glory days, I care nothing of them. Whilst others worry for their future, I care nothing for it. Such things aren't important, as I came to understand when I first began my career over here in the US"

(Sabotage remains unmoved, his thick eyebrows and steely gaze lend themselves to an almost malevolent indifference)

SABOTAGE: "I was new to this business back then, sure I'd fought, but it was back in Scotland, in the scrap yards and the streets and any damn place we could find something to knock seven bells out of each other with. I'd come across the pond though to look for a fight, and a fight I found. I'd like to say I loved every minute of it here, but if I did, I'd be a liar... I still get angry at the thought of some of those guys I never got to destroy - not the ones who stood between me and a title, that was never the goal. The goal was destruction, it was carnage, but it had a point. The goal was in the act, and never the aftermath. It was pure indulgence in pain - I showed people... SHOWED them that NOTHING meant more than the suffering itself. If you wanted your titles, if you wanted your money, your 'bitches' or your 'bling', if you wanted your reputation as a pretty boy, as an athlete, as a superstar, whatever the bloody hell you wanted, you were going to have to go through an experience like no other to get to it."

"It was always an unsatisfying experience at the end though, and everything ends... fights end, reigns end, and federations end. From what I see though, none of the lessons from my era were learned, so we're going to have a little 're-education'..."

(Sabotage spits on the floor in disgust. He briefly moves his head from side to side to stretch his neck, then takes a drink from the can in a few long gulps. A small crooked smile threatens to break out on his face.)

SABOTAGE: "When I heard of the demise of the AWA, I didn't get sentimental. There was no tear in my eye, no forming of a choke... but I admit, I was curious... I did want to see how things had developed around here, and to be honest when I did... I was disappointed. "

"Disappointed in the looks of sadness, disappointed in the old guard reminiscing over their glory days. Your achievements mean nothing when this place is gone and you spend the rest of your days rotting away feeling sorry for yourself, because you haven't lived the business how it's meant to be lived."

(The smile disappears completely and Sabotage leans closer to the camera, his huge ominously thick shoulders filling most of the frame, his face only two-thirds lit now by the lamp. A large angry vein almost seems to grow as Sabotage's mood gets worse and he grinds his teeth bitterly)

SABOTAGE: "That's the problem, too many of you are too soft, too many of you want 'respect' for what you've done, you want your push or your big chance or your recognition. You people make me SICK! The fight ITSELF is the prize, the act of tearing at the body's sinews, the act of crushing someone's joints, THAT'S the prize in this business! The fight is the prize, and the fight never ends as long as you're living. So you can mourn at your loss, or... you can grow some balls, you can pick yourself up, you can say 'to HELL with you all, I'm not going to let this die right here - the fight will live on, the fire will rage, and the punishment will never... NEVER end' - because that's the way it's going to be. For the rest of you, you can just piss off to your office jobs, take comfort in the bosom of your plastic skanks, or... you can take up my challenge..."

(Sabotage takes a step back and composes himself. He drops the chair and beer and cracks his knuckles in his hands. Smiling sinisterly, he raises his head and seemingly addresses the sky)

SABOTAGE: "...and when the time comes, I will stand with you once more in the ring... not as a proud man... not as a part of a sideshow... but as a fighter, on equal terms, face to face, toe to toe, and we will wage our war... we will hurt, we will struggle, we will rise... and we will fall... you will know NOTHING other than that - your trifling possessions, your lovers, your family, you will know NONE of that matters... that there is only triumph... in the struggle..."

"...and until that time, I await you all."

(And with that, Sabotage slowly steps back and is once again consumed by the shadows as the video fades out)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, our next match could be a show stealer!"

FJ: "That's right, Herb! We've got a returning Hall of Famer in John Williams taking on the up-and-coming star in Terry James. It's one of the best of the past facing one of the best of the future, and it should be a WAR!"

HS: "These two have similar styles and they both pride themselves on their training in mixed martial arts. But, the question is: Who will be the better practitioner? John Williams has been training for longer than Terry James, but The Storm trained very hard for over a year away from the AWA. We've seen what both men can do against other members of the AWA; Now it's time to see what they can do against one another!"

(The opening guitar of "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC starts to play and the fans start to chant "Na Na-Na Naaa Na-Na Naaa Na!" over and over with the all-to-familiar guitar chords. The lights in the arena flash on and off for a few seconds before staying off. On the first "Thunder" the lights starts flashing on and off again. On the second "Thunder" Terry comes out onto the stage with a Canadian flag in his hands, the crowd now cheering loudly, stopping just before the ramp.)

HS: "Terry James came back to the AWA just before No More Drama after being away from the AWA for over a year. He immediately interjected himself into the World Title picture and faced off against Logan Alexander for the AWA World Heavyweight Championship at No More Drama."

FJ: "Unfortunately for Terry, he lost a very close match to his long-time rival. He then won another match the next week to gain back his number one contender status and found himself with another title shot just a week later."

HS: "And what a shot it was as Terry James nearly had Logan down and out at the end of the match. The ref initially called for Terry to be the winner, but he soon took back his decision after seeing Logan's foot had made it to the ropes."

FJ: "But, Terry was too caught up in what he thought was his first World Title to notice and, as soon as the match was restarted, Logan took advantage and caught Terry with an LA Overload for the victory."

(Terry waves the flag in big swoops from side to side a few times before resting it on his shoulder and walking down the ramp. Terry slaps hands on the way down and stops in the middle of the ramp, dropping down to his knees. Terry holds his flag in the air with one arm as red and white pyros blast in rapid succession at the top of the ramp from side to side a few times over.)

HS: "Terry then went on to King of the Kage, coming in as a relative underdog to most, including his first round opponent. But, Terry wasn't about to let the odds makers call his matches and he came out of the first round with a razor close victory over NHL, who will be in our main event later tonight."

FJ: "Then, thanks to a double tap out in the other match-up in his bracket, he got a bye to the finals, where he faced another man who is in the main event tonight, Brian Stevens. He pushed Stevens to one of the hardest matches I've seen Stevens have in years and that's saying A LOT. In the end, Stevens had to take a trick out of Low's bag and stab Terry James in the ribs with that fork of his to break out of Terry's Lightning submission hold."

HS: "Yes, Terry certainly gave one of the best performances put on by ANYONE this year that night, but it wasn't quite enough and Stevens came out with another razor close victory. Terry went on to face various top stars in the AWA in singles action in the weeks afterwards, leading up to Classic, beating Jeff Christianson twice, as well as A.C. Smith."

(Terry then jumps to his feet and dashes down the rest of the way to the ring. He then slides in under the bottom ropes, turning to his back and then kipping up to his feet in one fluid motion as he slides into the middle of the ring, red and white pyros going off on each ring post as he does. He then shows off his flag one more time to the crowd before placing it on the outside by his corner.)

FJ: "If the AWA wasn't closing after Classic, I'm almost certain we would have seen Terry break through that glass ceiling and achieve his ultimate goal of becoming a World Champion."

HS: "And Terry has stated that as motivation, saying that this last match against John Williams, a bona fide legend and AWA Hall of Famer, will be his last chance to break that glass ceiling and prove to himself and everyone else that he has truly become something great here in the AWA."

("Freebird" begins to play for a moment and we soon head backstage, picking John Williams up in the locker room. The fans erupt after seeing The Icon for the first time in a long time heading to the ring.)

HS: "Listen to this reaction for John Williams!"

FJ: "Are you really surprised, Herb? The man is a legend of the sport and certainly of the AWA. He's a hall of famer. He's a grand slam champion. He's done it all, Herb, and he's looking for one last hurrah!"

(As Williams walks toward the entry way we follow him through the curtain. The cheers get louder as Williams gets closer to the entrance to the arena floor.)

HS: "John Williams said he knew that he would return to the AWA one day. He knew this moment would come, when he would step back into the ring. And, when he heard the AWA was closing, he saw that moment coming."

FJ: "He didn't want to face just anybody, though. He wanted to have his last match with someone who he knew could put on a legendary performance with him. And, when Terry gave out his open challenge, he found that someone."

(As he enters the arena floor area, where the lights have dimmed, a spotlight hits John and follows him to the ring. As he walks his eyes are permanently focused on Terry James in the ring. Terry waits patiently as John Williams reaches the ring and steps through the ropes.)

HS: "The wrestling world was put on hold for the few moments it took John Williams to come down to the ring and say a single word to Terry James last week on Shock: 'Accepted.' No one saw it coming, especially Terry James."

FJ: "Of course, Terry couldn't be happier with who accepted his challenge, and now we get to see what should be a match for the ages!"

HS: "Yes, and that match is coming closer and closer by the minute now. Both men are ready in the ring it seems and the referee is about to call for the bell!"

(Ding! Ding! Ding!)

HS: "And we are underway!"

(Terry and John both step into the middle of the ring and, in a show of great respect for one another, shake one another's hands before backing off and circling the ring. The crowd is absolutely ecstatic as they wait for the match to truly get underway. And they don't have to wait for long as both Terry and Williams come into the center with a quick collar and elbow tie-up. The tie-up only lasts a fraction of a second, however, as Terry suddenly switches stances on Williams and takes him down with a hard judo throw! Terry maintains a hold on the arm and quickly drops down to the mat, locking in a cross armbar! However, Williams is able to quickly roll through it and get to his feet, relieving the pressure on his arm. Terry still has his arm in his clutches, however, and Williams is forced to crouch down and grab his arm with his free hand. However, he doesn't remain stationary, turning and slowly maneuvering his arm out of Terry's hands. But, before John can pop the arm out, Terry uses John's crouched position to quickly put Williams in an inside cradle pin! The ref goes down, but the count only barely reaches two as John kicks out with authority. The two men now get to their feet and Terry can't help but smirk widely at John.)

HS: "Terry James isn't messing around in this match! He went straight for the arm of John Williams right off the bat!"

FJ: "But Williams was able to get himself out of it, even if it did get him into a pinning predicament. I have a feeling Terry is just trying to catch John off-guard here before his ring rust wears off."

HS: "Well, Terry better hurry, because John Williams won't take long to shake that rust off!"

(Terry and John once again circle one another before they lock up again. This time Terry quickly whips John into the ropes and takes him up and over in a flap jack on the rebound. As soon as they hit the canvas, Terry quickly grabs John's legs, looking to set up the Thunder Bolt! However, John is quick to throw Terry away with his legs, sending Terry into the ropes. John stays on the canvas as Terry leaps over him on the rebound. Terry then heads into the opposite ropes and Williams pops up to his feet, looking for a leg lariat on the incoming Terry. Terry ducks under the attempt, however, continuing into the ropes once more. Williams lands on his feet again and turns, receiving a spinning wheel kick to the face for doing so! Terry rolls right back to his feet after hitting the canvas and hits the ropes again. John quickly gets to a knee, but this turns out to be a costly decision as Terry nearly takes his head off with a shining wizard!)

HS: "Terry seems to be a step ahead of Williams at all times. You have to wonder just how much ring rust John Williams has."

FJ: "It's hard to tell, Herb. Terry James has improved vastly since his last stint in the AWA and continues to improve every week, so I wouldn't be too surprised if he could really press the action against a hall of famer in John Williams."

(Terry quickly pins Williams, but John kicks out at two once more. Terry doesn't let him have any rest, however, and he quickly pulls Williams up to his feet. Terry then whips Williams into a corner and follows him in, going for a lightning knee lift up the turnbuckles! Williams finally gets something going for him, however, when he ducks under Terry's knee and leaps up, catching Terry with a huge neckbreaker! Williams then picks Terry up and starts throwing punches to the midsection which push Terry right back into the corner. Once he has Terry in the corner, Williams starts throwing knife edge chops that light up Terry's chest! The crowd shouts "WOO!" with each striking of Terry's chest. Williams gets off five chops before whipping Terry hard into the opposite corner. Terry bounces off, holding his back, and John explodes, leaping up for his trademark flying triangle, Hush! Terry sees it coming, however, and wisely ducks and rolls under it, letting Williams land on his feet in the corner. John is quick to turn and push the pace, however, and he quickly comes back at Terry with a big flying knee that catches Terry in the chest, sending him straight into the corner behind him. John continues with the push and catches Terry with a drop kick in the corner that takes Terry off his feet, dropping him to his ass on the canvas. John falls to the canvas himself, but quickly gets up, picking James up with him. He then takes Terry down in a judo throw, much like Terry did to Williams to start the match, and throws his legs around Terry's arms and shoulder, going for an omoplata!)

HS: "Well, it looks like Williams has finally got his act in gear here and now Terry James is the one who finds himself in trouble!"

FJ: "This is going to be a chess match on the ground, Herb. Both of these men end matches with submissions, but they are both very adept at escaping them as well."

HS: "One might think that they would nullify one another, then, on the ground."

FJ: "That could very well happen. And if it did, we'd see a very explosive match on the feet, much like what we've been seeing so far."

(Terry remains calm as John begins to torque his shoulder in the omaplata hold. As soon as it looks like John might be getting the hold in place, Terry shoves all his weight into Williams and rolls out of the hold. However, John uses Terry's new position to his advantage as he throws up his legs around Terry's arm once more, putting on an armbar triangle! Terry is quick to roll backwards, however, and posture up on his feet, grabbing one of John's legs in the process. Terry then falls back and throws his legs around the leg he's grabbed, looking for a knee bar! However, John sees this coming and rolls forward, pulling his leg out of Terry's arm in the process. He then continues to roll to his back, grabbing one of Terry's legs and applying a heel hook! Instead of escaping it, Terry grabs one of John's legs and applies an ankle lock!)

HS: "And here's that chess match you were talking about, Frank! Both these men are throwing up submission after submission and now we have a stalemate where neither man will let go!"

FJ: "These two might tear one another's feet off!"

(Both men see how this situation will turn bad quicker than good and immediately let go of the other man's leg, scurrying to their feet. The crowd cheers loudly again as the two once again begin to circle the ring. Terry now comes forward, throwing a few jabs out that John is able to duck under and dodge away from. However, Terry was just doing this to get closer to John. As soon as he closes the distance, he grabs a hold of the back of John's head with both hands, locking in a Muay Thai clinch! However, as soon as Terry locks a clinch in, John throws one up as well and the two immediately begin throwing knees and elbows at one another in rapid succession!)

HS: "My God! Both of these men are pounding one another with these shots from that deadly clinch they both use!"

FJ: "Neither man seems to be gaining an advantage and they're both taking a lot of knees to the gut and a lot of elbows to the face. This could get ugly quick!"

(And indeed it does as, after a few more elbows from both men, we see blood and bruises begin to appear on both men's faces! Eventually, the two end up throwing knees simultaneously that cause both men to double over and release the clinch. We can now see that Williams and Terry both have cuts on their cheeks and what looks to be the beginning of black eyes. However, this doesn't stop them from pushing forward and Terry is the first to do so with a slapping leg kick to John's left outer thigh. John's leg buckles a bit and Terry throws another kick to John's right side that causes Williams to stumble over to his left. Terry finishes his kicking combo with a big spinning head kick that Williams just barely ducks under, the crowd going "Ooooooh!" at how close Williams was to being decapitated. However, Williams acts like nothing happened and pushes forward himself, dropping Terry with a clothesline! Terry quickly gets to his feet, but Williams is right there with a kick to Terry's gut that doubles Terry over. Williams then turns Terry over to a dragon sleeper position and picks him up into a tombstone position, dropping Terry with a HUGE sitout tombstone!)

HS: "Wow! Terry is going to feel that one tomorrow morning!"

FJ: "He's going for the cover!"

HS: "One! Two! Thre-NO! Terry James kicked out at the last second!"

(Terry indeed kicks out at the last second, the crowd cheering loudly for the match continuing. John doesn't waste any time after Terry kicks out and he quickly pulls him back up to his feet, giving him the occasional punch to his midsection just for good measure as he brings Terry into the middle of the ring. He then signals to the crowd for the end as he doubles Terry over with another kick to the gut. The crowd cheers wildly as Williams sets Terry up in a standard piledriver position.)

HS: "Williams is trying to end this one right now, Frank!"

FJ: "He's looking for that nasty Lights Out flipping piledriver!"

(Williams crouches down and grabs a hold of Terry, but before he can get off the ground, Terry grabs both of his legs out from under him, flipping Williams to his back. Terry then crosses Williams's legs over one of his own and turns him over, applying a sharpshooter with an ankle lock on the free foot!)

HS: "Terry James has John Williams in the Thunder Bolt in the center of the ring!"

FJ: "We'll see just how serious John Williams's return to the ring is right here! He'll have to either break this hold or pull himself to those ropes to avoid tapping out!"

(Williams decides on the latter as Terry is sitting deep in the hold. Slowly, Williams crawls, hand over hand, towards the ropes, the crowd cheering him on. However, when the ropes are about a foot away from his grasp, he stops and raises his hand to tap! The ref asks Williams if he wants to give up and, with blood dripping down his face from his cheek, it almost seems like John contemplates it for a split second. However, John ends up shaking his head defiantly and pulling himself the last foot so that he can reach out to the bottom rope!)

HS: "Williams made it to the ropes, but the damage was done, Frank. The question is: How MUCH damage was done to the legs and back of Williams?"

FJ: "He was in that hold for a while, Herb, and because of the ankle lock Terry puts on the free foot, the Thunder Bolt tends to be much more damaging than your typical sharpshooter."

(John Williams doesn't seem to care about damage as he pulls himself up to his feet with the ropes and turns to face Terry again, a focused look on his face. Terry motions for him to "bring it on" and John does just that as he rushes forward with a clothesline! Terry ducks under the arm and heads into the ropes. John hits the ropes on the opposite side and this time Terry goes for a lightning knee lift. However, hit attempt backfires as Williams somehow manages to catch him and in midair and drop him with a cradle piledriver! Terry holds his head and neck as Williams quickly goes for the cover! The ref gets down to the canvas and gives the count: One! Two! Thre-NO! Terry once again kicks out for a near fall! John Williams doesn't seem upset, however, and he quickly gets up and grabs a hold of Terry's legs. He then crosses them and turns Terry over into his version of the Texas Cloverleaf, the Canadian Maple Leaf!)

HS: "Now John Williams has Terry James in the middle of the ring with the Canadian Maple Leaf!"

FJ: "It's time to see how deep Terry will be willing to dig to win this match!"

(Terry immediately begins to head for the ropes, but John Williams sits back on the hold much like Terry did in his Thunder Bolt, making the process painfully slow. However, the crowd is behind Terry now as the urge and cheer him on towards the ropes. Terry eventually reaches them and John quickly releases the hold, letting Terry get back to his feet. Terry uses the ropes to get up quickly and shakes off his legs, then looks over to Williams, who now motions for Terry to "bring it on," much like Terry did to him earlier. Terry just smirks at Williams before the two once again begin to circle the ring, both of them limping ever so slightly. After a few moments, the two meet in the middle of the ring with a collar and elbow tie-up, Terry quickly going behind John with a waist lock. Terry goes for a German, but John blocks it with his foot, then sends an elbow to Terry's jaw that causes Terry to release his grip and stumble back a few steps. John quickly turns and runs up to Terry, going behind him and dropping Terry with a falling reverse DDT in one fluid motion! However, Williams doesn't go for the pin, choosing instead to head up the ropes. The crowd cheers in anticipation for a big move as Williams waits patiently atop the turnbuckles for Terry to get to his feet. Terry eventually does get to his feet and, as soon as he turns around to look for Williams, Williams leaps off and catches Terry with a huge implant DDT!)

HS: "Terry looked like a lawn dart for a second there with that HUGE implant DDT!"

FJ: "It appears that the DDT opened up a cut on Terry's forehead, which has certainly taken a lot of impacts, as well as elbows, in this match."

(Indeed, Terry's face is starting to look like a bat has been taken to it, although Williams doesn't look so great himself. Either way, Williams once again decides not to go for the pin, choosing instead to pick up a dazed Terry James and put him in a sleeper!)

HS: "And now Williams is taking the air away from Terry James."

FJ: "He's wearing him down now, Herb. He just hit some high impact moves. Terry's bleeding. Now he's taking away his oxygen. One of Terry's biggest strengths is his speed and Williams is taking that away from him."

(Terry fights off the hold at first, squirming and throwing wild punches, but soon he begins to fade away. When Terry begins to become unresponsive, John Williams turns the sleeper into a big sleeper neckbreaker and goes for the pin! The ref quickly drops once more for the count!)

HS: "Williams could have it here! One!"

FJ: "Two!"

HS: "No! Terry kicks out AGAIN! Williams is having a hard time putting Terry away."

FJ: "Terry is a fighter, Herb. He won't stay down unless you hit him with something really big and only Brian Stevens has been successful in making him tap out. So, John Williams is going to have to pick it up a notch."

HS: "Hold on, Frank! It looks like Williams might be doing just that as he calls for the end of the match again!"

(Williams picks Terry up right after Terry kicks out and immediately kicks him in the gut, once again setting him up in a standard piledriver position. The crowd cheers and flashbulbs go off all around the crowd as, this time, Williams manages to flip head over heels with Terry in tow, driving Terry head-first into the canvas in the infamous Lights Out flipping piledriver!)

HS: "LIGHTS OUT! John Williams nailed it!"

FJ: "He's covering up right away! One!"

HS: "Two!"

FJ: "Three!!!"

HS: "NO! My God, Terry James kicked out at the last second and Williams looks lost!"

(Indeed, much to the chagrin of Williams, Terry James kicks out at the last possible moment. Williams is surprised, to say the least, that his Lights Out piledriver didn't do the job. But, being the legend that he is, he quickly collects himself and picks Terry up. However, as soon as Terry reaches his feet, he shoves Williams away from him and nearly takes his head off with a super kick out of nowhere!)

HS: "THUNDER STRIKE! Williams has been Thunderstruck out of nowhere by Terry James!"

FJ: "Terry James isn't going to capitalize on it, though. It was a desperation move to give him time to recover from Lights Out."

(It looks like Frank is right as both men just lie on their backs as the referee begins a ten count. The crowd is split as they cheer for both Williams and Terry to get to their feet.)

REF: "ONE!"

REF: "TWO!"

REF: "THREE!"

(Both men start to stir.)

REF: "FOUR!"

(Both men begin to roll to their hands and knees.)

REF: "FIVE!"

(Both men now reach their hands and knees and look towards the ropes.)

REF: "SIX!"

(Both men start crawling to the ropes as the crowd cheers louder and louder.)

REF: "SEVEN!"

(The two men reach the ropes and put their hands on them to start pulling themselves up.)

REF: "EIGHT!"

(Both men reach their feet with the help of the ropes and the crowd explodes as the match continues! Fatigue is now beginning to set in it seems as both men step away from the ropes slowly. However, fatigue is thrown out the window as both men suddenly start throwing punches, kicks, knees and elbows at one another in an amazing flurry of strikes! Most strikes either miss or get dodges, but the occasional one lands. However, neither man backs down when hit, only stumbling or buckling slightly. Then, the two men hit stereo head kicks that send each other stumbling into opposite sides of the ring, grabbing onto the ropes to keep from falling down.)

HS: "These two are going to WAR, Frank! Neither man is backing down!"

FJ: "At this rate, someone's going to be losing a few teeth."

(As both men turn to face one another once more, we now see that both of their faces are train wrecks, with multiple cuts, numerous bruises and two black eyes each. Both of their faces are starting to turn into proverbial crimson masks as the blood from their cuts really begins to flow. Terry comes in first this time with a big kick to the side of Williams's left knee that causes the leg to buckle and Williams to go down to a knee. However, a head kick attempt finds nothing but air for Terry as John ducks under it and explodes to his feet, then steps once before leaping into a HUGE flying knee that connects right on the jaw of Terry James, sending "The Storm" crumpling to the canvas. Williams quickly goes for the cover, but Terry once again kicks out at the near fall! Williams slaps the mat in frustration, but pulls himself up quickly. He then pulls Terry, who is still dazed from the knee and probably kicked out in the near fall out of instinct, up to his feet as well and immediately into a piledriver position.)

HS: "Is he going for Lights Out again?"

FJ: "Does he have enough in him at this point to pull off the move?"

(Williams seems to rest for a moment, but instead of going for his patented flipping piledriver, he pulls Terry up and drives him to the canvas in an excessive force piledriver! Terry falls to his back, unmoving, as Williams gets back up to his feet and looks over to the nearby corner. He points to the top turnbuckle and the crowd cheers as Williams heads up that corner and onto the top rope.)

HS: "What is Williams going to try here!?"

FJ: "I don't know, but I have a feeling it's going to be big!"

(John makes sure Terry isn't moving – and he isn't. He then gets his footing and stands up fully on the turnbuckle, with his legs slightly bent. Then, as many a flashbulb goes off, Williams proceeds to leap high above the ring and spin forward twice for a 450 splash! Unfortunately for Williams, it seems Terry saw the move coming at the last second as Terry puts up his knees right before John makes contact with him! Williams crashes HARD onto Terry's knees and immediately rolls off, holding his chest in pain. Terry then slowly gets himself up to his feet and heads over to Williams. He pulls Williams up to his feet, kicks him in the gut and gets under the doubled over Williams to pick him up in a fireman's carry position. Terry then adjusts Williams before dropping him to the canvas in a DVD! Now it's Williams's turn to lie still as Terry gets up to his feet and quickly heads up to the top turnbuckle, not wasting any time.)

HS: "Terry is getting up that turnbuckle much quicker than Williams did."

FJ: "I think he knows that Williams could recover, much like he did, before he could hit a move and he's trying to get it off as quick as possible. The question is: What's Terry going for?"

(We don't have to wait long as Terry quickly ascends the corner, turns around to face the downed Williams, then proceeds to do the exact same move Williams just attempted – the 450 splash! Flashbulbs once again go off the arena as Terry flips rapidly in mid-air, before he comes crashing down onto Williams – with no knees in the way!)

HS: "He hit it! Terry caught Williams with the 450 splash!"

FJ: "He's pinning right away, Herb! One!"

HS: "Two!"

FJ: "THREE!"

HS: "NO! My God; John Williams kicked out at the VERY LAST moment!"

(Indeed, it seems John Williams is just as stubborn as Terry is when it comes to being finished and Terry was equally as shocked as Williams was when he kicked out.)

HS: "Terry can't believe it! He got ALL of that 450 splash, but Williams STILL kicked out!"

FJ: "And now Terry is practically spent. His conditioning is being pushed to the brink as he is losing a lot of blood."

HS: "Not to mention the fact that this match has been a physically draining, high-impact match. Both these men are now exhausted it seems and it's going to come down to who really wants it more between the two. Who wants to walk away from the AWA's last show, possibly EVER, with a tremendous victory?"

(Terry gets up to one knee, using both his hands to support himself as his chest heaves in and out. He then manages to push himself to his feet without use of the ropes. Williams is still pretty much flat on his back, his chest heaving in and out as well. Terry looks over to Williams and then slits his throat, calling for the end! The crowd cheers as Terry begins to stalk Williams, waiting for him to get to his feet. As Williams slowly gets up, the crowd gets louder and louder. Then, Williams reaches his feet and turns, ducking under a Thunder Strike attempt from Terry James! As Terry brings his foot back and turns, Williams comes in, looking for a reverse Russian leg sweep. However, Terry stands firm and manages to block the move, then immediately spins and locks in a standing arm triangle. Before Williams can even flinch, Terry drops Williams to the canvas in a modified inverted Russian leg sweep and throws his legs up around Williams's body to lock him in place inside his patented Lightning submission!)

HS: "Terry caught Williams in his trademark arm triangle submission, Lightning! He Williams locked down in the middle of the ring!"

FJ: "Terry got that submission in trademark fashion, out of NOWHERE! Williams is NOT in the right state to break out of this and forks aren't allowed in this match, so this may very well be the end for The Icon!"

(Williams tries to turn around and reach back with his legs, but Terry has his body locked with his legs and Williams can't reach the ropes! Williams then tries to push Terry forward, but he can't muster enough strength with Terry keeping him in place and with no help from one of his arms, which is caught in the arm triangle! Terry really tightens and cranks down on the hold now, but Williams refuses to tap out! However, the referee soon dives in and checks the free arm of Williams. The arm just drops when he lifts it up and gives no response, to the ref calls for the bell and breaks up the hold!)

HS: "He did it! Terry James has beaten John Williams!"

FJ: "Williams desperately tried to move himself and Terry around, but Terry kept him locked down with all his might and tightened the choke even more as Williams did so! Wow, what a match!"

HS: "They are now reviving Williams and Terry is flat on his back! Both of them have blood pouring down their faces! Folks, both of these men gave all they had into this match. They BOTH put on an amazing performance. However, it was The Storm, Terry James, that conquered over The Icon, John Williams, on this night."

(As "Thunderstruck" blares over the PA system, Terry is just now rolling to his hand and knees and Williams is finally coming back into consciousness. The two men both struggle to get to their knees. Then, their eyes meet and, instead of getting up to their feet, they crawl over to one another on their hands and knees and embrace, then drop their heads down to the mat, the crowd cheering their amazing display of respect and sportsmanship.)

HS: "And there's the thing that really defines these men and puts them above many in their class, Frank. They have an ultimate respect for one another, despite kicking the crap out of one another in one of the most high-impact matches I've seen in a while."

FJ: "They came out here and did what they set out to do: put on a legendary performance. Neither man can really be upset at their performance tonight."

HS: "Well, John Williams said that as long as he had a legendary match, he'd be fine with his performance – win or lose – and it looks like he's sticking to his words."

FJ: "Like I said, neither man can be upset with what they did tonight. But, I think Terry James has finally broken the proverbial ceiling here with a victory over a true AWA hall of famer in John Williams."

(We cut once again to the Universal Amphitheater. At the podium we see AWA Hall of Famer and legend, Ray Owens, standing and preparing to induct Brian Stevens into the Hall of Fame.)

OWENS: "My father was in the Army for 24 years and he used to say to me, you should never praise someone for meeting the minimum expectation. If someone is supposed to show up for work everyday at 7:30 AM and he does then don't praise him for being on time. If the guy shows up every day of the week an hour early, then yes he deserves praise.

To say that this next inductee into the Hall of Fame deserves praise is like saying Donald Trump has a few singles in his pocket. Tonight, as weird as it may be to say, it is my pleasure to induct Brian Stevens into the AWA Hall of Fame."

(He pauses.)

OWENS: "Brian Stevens and I come from two different walks of life. I have a beautiful wife, two beautiful girls, and a baby boy on the way. I pull in millions a year on cattle alone, and I like toiling away and bailing hay. Brian Stevens? The AWA was his life. He became the longest-reigning World Champion in company history, and for good reason.

I came back for one match last year, and it was against Stevens at King of the Kage. He poured Drano down my throat. He branded me in front of my kids. But I sure as hell respect his abilities inside that ring, and if anyone doesn't, THEY deserve the Drano treatment. Trust me, it isn't pleasant."

(The crowd laughs.)

OWENS: "Ladies and gentlemen, I hereby present the newest inductee into the AWA Hall of Fame, Brian "FUCKING!" Stevens!"

("Into the Blinding Light" by Thursday plays as Ray Owens steps away from the podium. "The Sensational" Brian Stevens steps out from the back wearing a black tuxedo, black dress shirt, black vest and a white tie. Stevens walks to Owens and extends his hand. Owens shoots Stevens a cold, hard look before taking the hand of Stevens and the two shake...not before Stevens smirks and chuckles. Owens shoves the Hall of Fame Plaque into the chest of Stevens as Stevens grabs it and watches Owens walk away. Stevens pulls the plaque from his chest and looks at it, smiles that damn smile before tossing it carelessly on the podium before taking the podium itself.)

"THE SENSATIONAL" BRIAN STEVENS: "Goooood evening, guys and dolls."

(The mascara-marred blue eyes of Stevens light up when the audience gives him a very loud and boisterous mixed reaction.)

BRIAN STEVENS: "My name is Brian FUCKING Stevens and tonight, I take my place among the legends. TONIGHT, I take my place among the Gods!"

(Stevens looks down at the cavalcade of AWA luminaries throughout the Universal Amphitheater...)

BRIAN STEVENS: "Tonight, I solidify my rightful place as an IMMORTAL!"

(Stevens receives ANOTHER loud mixed reaction.)

BRIAN STEVENS: "But I didn't become a legend or a God or an immortal overnight. You see, I was born in Edina, Minnesota to Victoria and Joseph Stevens..."

(The camera finds both Victoria and Joseph Stevens in the audience. Joe is holding Vickie as they watch their son with stars in their eyes. As we take them in, we also see a plethora of others from the Stevens cast of characters. We see Kayla Olson, Ben "Onslaught" Ottoson, Jessica Kassle, Tabitha Rankin, Chris Stevens, Brendan Miller, Gina Schiepatti, Sol Lehman and Yoshinari Sugiura.)

BRIAN STEVENS: "My parents weren't rich. Now, don't get me wrong, they weren't poor, either...but they certainly weren't swimming in money. Early in my life, they instilled a very strong work ethic within me. They taught me and preached to me to STRIVE to be the very best in everything I do."

(Stevens nods with his brows raised.)

BRIAN STEVENS: "I took that to heart. Obviously."

"I carried that motto with me throughout my entire life. I practiced those words of wisdom in EVERYTHING I did! It didn't matter if it was video games with my brother Chris on Nintendo or Miniature knee hockey with Biggie in my parent's basement. It didn't matter if it was board games with Jess or Soccer, Tennis or Hockey in High School. I DEMANDED of myself to have the conviction within my actions to DRIVE myself to be BETTER than the best...and I was just that. Better than the best."

"I became Mr. Hockey in the state of Minnesota in 2001. I was a back-to-back State Champion in singles Tennis. I took my Soccer club to state twice. I went on to the University of Minnesota and won a National Championship in Hockey in 2002. I was projected to become the number one overall pick in the 2003 National Hockey League draft...and I turned it down. I turned down THAT dream for THIS dream. Professional wrestling. I turned away MILLIONS OF DOLLARS because I wanted this more."

"I wanted – DEMANDED – the fame. I wanted my name on the marquee. I wanted the accolades and the recognition. I wanted the stardom and goddamn it, I wanted to be the very best! From my start in Minnesota to my development in Japan to my arrival and unparalleled success in the AWA, it's become a topic of debate if I am the best wrestler this company has ever seen."

(The crowd buzzes LOUDLY as Stevens smirks at the reaction with that damn smugness we've come to know from "The Sensational One.")

BRIAN STEVENS: "There are some of you who would swear on your LIFE that I am the very best you've ever seen. There's others here who wouldn't put me in your top five. To be honest? I couldn't care less about what any of you think because I KNOW I'm one of the BEST to ever step foot into this company and no matter what happens tomorrow night or in the future, that simply WILL NOT CHANGE!"

(Stevens smiles as the crowd goes NUTS with its conflict on whether to boo or cheer Stevens. Stevens holds out a finger and the crowd falls silent.)

BRIAN STEVENS: "I have some people to thank. First, my parents Joe and Vickie. My brother Chris. My OTHER brother Biggie, who's neck is still a mess. Jessica Kassle, you were my strength when times were tough early in my career. Tabitha Rankin, my manager and the sweetest girl alive. Brendan Miller, my agent. Gina Schiepatti, my publicist. Solly Lehman, my money man. Yoshinari Sugiura. Yoshi, we'll have match number three REAL soon. And Kayla Olson, you're the love of my life and I don't know what I'd be without you. I love you."

"I also want to thank Eddie Sharkey, the old grizzled bastard who trained me. I want to thank Al Craine, he gave me my first break in this business. I want to thank one of my greatest adversaries in this sport, "Corrupt" Keith Edwards. I want to thank Keiko Ono and the Great Japan promotion. More importantly, I want and need to thank Jun Morishima and my OTHER home, Pro Wrestling JAPAN."

"Finally, I want to thank "Lethal" Louise Santini for hiring me. I want to thank Travis Gray for keeping me employed even when he didn't want me here. I want to thank Scott Lotus, my first victim. I want to thank Saidogai, who helped put me on the map with our First Blood match. Also, I want to thank John Rourke, one of the original DI boys. Speaking of DI, I need to thank Henry. I also need to thank Sarah Hawthorne for the great sex. I NEED to thank one of the men who molded me, the guy a part of Blood Court. And I can't forget about Nightmist, my Blood Court brother. And speaking about brothers, I absolutely need to thank Lars Fredrickson."

"Also, I feel like I need to thank the men I faced in this company who helped me become the man standing before you now. These men all were worthy adversaries and great competitors in the ring. Ray Owens, the man who inducted me and has some very...fitting things to say about me. The Legendary Low, we've been the best of friends and the most bitter of enemies, but I learned from Low. My "brother," Nathan Hawthorne-Lee...and even though I hate the son of a bitch, he's the reason any of you know who I am and I'm the reason any of you give a shit about him. He truly is the yin to my yang. He and I are TRULY destined to do this dance forever. Also, Jeff Christianson, C-Rock, Orlando Ortega, King Chozen, Andreas Lasiewicz, The Fish, John Williams, Brian Williams, Jai Williams, Malika, Logan Alexander, Evan Heir, Jason Storm, AC Smith and Terry James."

(Stevens shakes his head.)

BRIAN STEVENS: "Even more than any of those people I just listed, I need to thank someone else...I need to thank ME. I need to thank me because if it wasn't for any of these other people, I'm convinced I'd still be standing before you tonight as the PHENOM you've come to know. Because even with these people who have shaped me and molded me, not a damn ONE of them made me. I made me. I made me by spilling MY blood and dripping MY sweat! I've EARNED this Hall of Fame induction because of my passion and my drive...and because I don't except anything but being the very best there is at what I do."

(Stevens chuckles as he picks up his plaque from the podium and holds it up smugly.)

BRIAN STEVENS: "I am Brian FUCKING Stevens, the most dominant AWA World Champion this company will EVER know! Tonight, I AM the Hall of Fame! Thank you."

(Stevens holds his plaque up nonchalantly over his head with that goddamn smirk pressed against his lips. The floor immediately rises and gives the Punk Rock Phenom a standing ovation, as do the fans in the balcony of the Universal Amphitheater.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, 2004 saw the AWA dominated by one man - Brian Williams. At Springs And Breaks that year, tragedy befell the AWA at the hands of that monster."

(A graphic says "Springs And Breaks 2004: Brian Williams vs. Adam Bawm".)

(Bawm struggles to lift Williams, but through all his exhaustion, loss of blood, and possible internal injuries, he is unable. Williams eventually slowly starts to come to, but Bawm continues to struggle, resiliently. The more Bawm struggles, the harder it seems for him to budge Brian Williams and soon his legs give up from underneath him and he collapses to ground.)

HS: "Bawm has just taken too much damage. He can't get Williams up."

MK: "I think Bawm just passed out!"

(Williams begins to laugh mightily as Kelly Gunns looks on in horror. Bawm suddenly lunges out, trying to lift him again, but still Williams won't budge. Bawm begins to use every thing he has, straining harder than he ever has before. Blood begins to flow from his nose and mouth, seeping in with the rest of the blood covering his face. A loud 'POP' echoes through the arena and Bawm collapses face down, at Williams's feet.)

HS: "OH MY GOD! WHAT JUST HAPPENED?"

MK: "BAWM MAY HAVE JUST INJURED HIMSELF PERMANENTLY!"

HS: "And look at Williams... he is loving every minute of this! That man is a pure, soulless MONSTER!"

MK: "I can't believe this. I'm in total shock. I've never seen a man more bloodied and beaten in all my life."

(Williams then bends over and lifts the flaccid body of Adam Bawm up to his feet. He then picks Bawm up into the air in another press slam position.)

HS: "OH, NO, DON'T WILLIAMS! PLEASE DON'T!"

MK: "DEAR GOD!"

(Instead of landing the Revelation, Brian Williams does the only humane thing he has done the entire match, and tosses Bawm into the casket and quickly slams it shut. The bell rings and the fans boo so loud that the entire stadium begins to shake. Kelly rushes over to Bawm's aide, struggling to open the casket, and Williams ignores her, snatching his belt from the referee and heading up the ramp, refusing the aide of the EMT's who immediately rushed to the scene.)

HS: "BRIAN WILLIAMS HAS RETAINED HIS TITLE, BUT AT WHAT COST?"

MK: "HURRY UP AND GET BAWM OUT OF THERE! DEAR GOD!"

(The EMT's struggle with the coffin so they roll the entire thing up the entranceway with more than a sense of urgency. The crowd is completely silent now as the ring attendants rush to clean the bloody hell the two men left in the ring.)

CUT

(Before Larry and Frank can say their goodbyes we suddenly go to what appears to be a medical facility either somewhere in Tropicana Field or somewhere in St. Petersburg. We see about five EMT workers frantically trying to revive AWA superstar Adam Bawm. Bawm, who is covered in blood, seems lifeless and motionless. Kelly Gunns screams frantically, ordering the EMTs to try and revive Bawm, holding back tears, though not very well. One of the EMTs has gelled up a set of defibulators and motions for his partners to step back. Bawm is hooked to a heart monitor, which beeps slowly, and sporadically.)

EMT: "CLEAR..."

(The EMT gives Bawm a jolt, but the heart machine does not change its pattern. Kelly turns away now, unable to watch, and this is when she catches the camera.)

GUNNS: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GET THAT OUT OF HERE!"

EMT: "CLEAR..."

(As Kelly rushes over to shove the camera out of the way, the heart monitor begins to slow even more and the EMTs grow weary.)

GUNNS: "I SAID GET OUT!"

EMT: "CLEAR..."

(Gunns shoves the camera to the floor and all we see is a black screen, aided by the long, resounding BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP from the heart monitor...)

(We go back to Herb and Frank, the AWA's Hall of Fame announce team.)

HS: "What a tragic day that was."

FJ: "Why? It was the highlight of Brian Williams' domination."

HS: "A human life ended that night!"

FJ: "Yeah, but it was only Adam Bawm."

HS: "Oh, give me a break!"

(The scene cuts to the backstage locker room of Nathan Hawthorne-Lee. He's standing in his ring gear and also wearing his classic "Puck U" t-shirt from a few years back.)

NHL: "In just a little bit, the AWA will hold its final match and close its doors indefinitely. But before they do, I have a little bit of stuff on my end that I need to close. I need to write up the final chapter in my life that deals with that swine Brian Stevens. I need to close the book on him and finally rid that nuisance from my life for good. Then I need to take the Book of Low and write in the ending myself. Then I need to close that book for him. Unfortunately, the stories of Low and Stevens won't end with championship gold as they'd expected."

NHL: "No, instead they will end in failure. Brian Stevens will fail to live up to his own legacy and he will not get the victory he sorely needs over either Low or myself. Low will fail in his quest to avenge his loss to me at Wrestlefest VIII. Tonight the end of all things will be witnessed by everyone. And as they say... All good things must come to an end. It's time for the story of Nathan Hawthorne-Lee to end on the high note everyone knows it can. As sad as it may be and as much as I want the AWA to still be here tomorrow morning when I wake up, the show must go on. Tonight we will find out who has what it takes when Classic enters Sudden Death!"

(Nathan stares into the camera, but before the scene has the chance to even think about fading out, Sarah walks up to Nathan and taps him on his shoulder. Nathan, with a puzzled expression on his face, turns to look at his wife.)

NHL: "What's up, babe?"

SARAH: "Nathan, I have something I need to tell you."

(Sarah's face is stern and straight. Nathan looks at her as her eyes begin to twinkle and tear up.)

NHL: "What's wrong? Are you feeling sick?"

SARAH: "Yes, but that's not what's wrong. I know why I've been feeling ill for the past couple of days."

NHL: "Tell me."

SARAH: "I'm pregnant."

(Nathan's jaw literally drops and a look of shock is spread entirely across his face. Sarah has a look of concern as she's uncertain what kind of "shock" he's feeling.)

NHL: "That's... That's... Th-That's wonderful. I'm going to be a father?"

(Sarah nods her head.)

NHL: "I'm going to be a father! You're going to be a mother!"

(Nathan puts his arms on Sarah's abdomen and lifts her into the air and spins her around.)

NHL: "YOOHOO! WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A REAL FAMILY!"

(Sarah starts to giggle and then Nathan puts her down. They embrace each other Sarah kisses Nathan's cheek. They pull away, still in an embrace as the scene fades out.)

(We cut to the beginning of the Hall of Fame match, but then the screen goes fuzzy. Static appears on our screen. After a long, long, long, long, LONG, and even LONGER time, we finally get free from the fuzz and see this... Mortis has Owens covered. The referee makes his count...)

HS: "ONE...TWO...THREE! OH MY! Brian Williams ALMOST made it in time to break up the pinfall, but he was too late. The interference from Teh Taal and Dave Santini with his Equalizer were enough distractions to cause Brian Williams to be sidetracked long enough for Mortis to get the win over Ray Owens in this Hall of Fame match up!"

FJ: "Unbelievable! This was the best match in the world! For those that missed out on this one... Shame! SHAME!"

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, in 2005, two cruiserweight stars were lighting the AWA on fire. In fact, it was during that period that the Cruiserweight title actually became the World Cruiserweight title - thanks, mostly, to these two men."

(A graphic says "AWA Classic 2005: Orlando Ortega vs. The Fish".)

(Ortega is extremely intense, and ignores punches in his ribs from the Fish. He grabs Fish beneath his knees with either arm and lifts him up. The fans are completely hushed as Orlando looks around, glaring. He then leaps off the turnbuckle, spinning in the air, and lands on his bottom. CRUNCH! Fish slumps off Ortega's shoulders onto the mat, lifeless. Ortega yells something in Spanish as the fans begin a HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT chant.)

HS: "OH MY GOD! HE NAILED IT! He may have just reinjured Fish's fused vertebrae!"

FJ: "This match is over! That was intense! HOLY SHIT is right!"

(Orlando, exhausted, falls on top of Fish and the fans count along with the referee, many booing, many cheering.)

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

HS: "ORTEGA RETAINS! ORTEGA RETAINS!"

FJ: "WHAT A BATTLE!"

(The referee stands up to ring the bell when he suddenly eyes Fish's foot on the bottom rope. The fans are in a complete uproar now, at the controversial decision. The referee is ordering the match to continue and Orlando falls to his face, from his knees, cupping his head in his hands. Fish is still laying down, though, gasping for air, not moving. Orlando then looks up and the camera catches a great glimpse of his eyes. They're bright red, burning with frustration and anger. He slowly stands up as the fans wonder what is going on. Ortega looks down at the Fish, gritting his teeth, and then stomps the Fish in the back of the head, further adding pain to his neck.)

HS: "Ortega is irate, he just can't put the Fish down. I can't believe this match is still continui... wait a minute... where the hell is OOO going?'

FJ: "He's leaving the ring."

HS: "He isn't giving up is he?"

FJ: "I... I don't think so."

(Instead of heading up the ramp as Herb predicted, Ortega walks over to the ring announcer's chair and orders him to get up. The ring announcer is timid at first, so Orlando kicks the back of the chair, dumping him out. The fans boo loudly, realizing the Cruiserweight Champion's intentions. He folds up the chair and slides into the ring. The referee gets in his face, ordering him to get rid of the chair, but backs away quickly when OOO wields it in his direction. The referee holds up his hand, ready to call for the bell.)

HS: "No, Ortega, not like this! Don't disqualify yourself."

FJ: "He said he'd do anything, Herb. Orlando is beside himself!"

(Fish is slowly staggering to his feet as the fans boo loudly, trying to warn him. Fish hits his feet and Orlando swings. Fish puts his hands up, but nothing connects. Orlando is standing there, holding the chair above his head. Fish shakes his head, trying to rid the cobwebs, and now realizes that OOO is holding a chair. He steps back a moment, shaking his head from side to side, trying to coerce OOO not to hit him. The fans are booing thunderously now, but when the realize OOO still hasn't nailed Fish, they begin to quiet down. Fish says something inaudible to Ortega, and points around the arena at the fans. OOO follows Fish's finger with his eyes as the fans now begin to cheer the Fish. Ortega pauses a moment, and Fish steps forward. Ortega lowers his head, and slowly pulls the chair by his side. Orlando shakes his head approvingly at something the Fish says, and then lunges out with the chair... right into the referee's hand.)

HS: "Thank goodness. Fish just talked Ortega out of making a huge mistake."

FJ: "Well, a little blood never hurt anyone."

HS: "These two guys are friends, Frank, it shouldn't even have come to this. I'm just glad OOO made the right decision. And I can bet Fish mentioned something about not letting the fans down. They deserve to have a clean ending to this match... if it ever ends!"

FJ: "Yeah, yeah, camaraderie, friendship, sportsmanship... boooooooring."

(We cut back to Herb and Frank.)

FJ: "Yuck, I still despise them."

HS: "What a tremendous match that was, one that went a long way in making The Fish a Hall of Famer. And speaking of the AWA Hall of Fame, last night at the Universal Amphitheater, Nathan Hawthorne-Lee was inducted into the Hall of Fame."

(We cut again to the Universal Amphitheater and see Jeff Christianson standing at the podium, ready to speak for the induction of Nathan Hawthorne-Lee into the AWA Hall of Fame, Class of 2008.)

DW: "And why are we here today? It sure isn't to induct me, that was two years ago... but with all that aside, I am here today, to induct a man that I've had a history with... yes, very unsuccessful on my part of that history, but for him, he became a star after Classic 2005. He paved the way for the Jason Storms and Evan Heirs to rise straight to the top... after all, he was like a fixture into the NL division. No matter which personality is out, I've always respected this man. He was cold and calculated as Henry, but very smart, and kinda like a very young me, as Nathan... minus the arrogance. Without any more delays, and because I'm sure we all want to go home, here is Nathan Nathaniel Henry Hawthorne-Lee... Lee."

(Jeff Christianson steps aside from the podium as we hear "No Remorse" by Metallica over the sound system in the Universal Amphitheater. From the back, dressed in a black tuxedo with a gray tuxedo tie and a solid, matching gray tuxedo vest, Nathan Hawthorne-Lee comes out. He walks up to Jeff Christianson who hands him his Hall of Fame plaque. Nathan reaches out and accepts the plaque and shakes Jeff's hand. Jeff turns to leave as Nathan stands there at the podium, looking down at the plaque. He looks out at the crowd of people who are all standing and applauding NHL's new accomplishment. He stands there and looks out at the crowd as the applause continues on. He raises his hand and lowers them and we can see him mouth "Thank you" to the people in attendance. They eventually take a seat.)

NHL: "I would have never thought I'd be standing here so soon holding this plaque. I also at times don't like dressing up. Some people say that for an event like this you have to 'be at your best'. I like jeans and a t-shirt. I like a normal suit. Hell, I like three piece suits. But this... This is intolerable. So, I've done something to spice up the evening. Get a shot of this."

(Nathan holds out his wrists to the camera. The camera zooms in, slightly blinded and distracted by the glistening light from his wedding band. We notice that his cuff links are silver skull and crossbones. There's a mild laughter from the Amphitheater.)

NHL: "And speaking of spice. Nice speech, Jeff. It was rather... unique? And short. But sweet. Kind of like my matches against you in my career."

(The audience lays out a nice mid-range laughter after that comment. Nathan smiles a wide smile and turns to Jeff Christianson who's narrowed his eyes at Nathan.)

NHL: "I'm sorry. I couldn't help but to be arrogant like the great Dark Warrior himself. But seriously, thanks Jeff for doing this. I know we've had our share of battles and I'm sure that story's not done being written yet, but it is an honor for you to be the one to induct me as we basically have the same technical prowess. Oh, and Jeff, my real, legal name is Nathaniel Henry Lee as it appears on my birth certificate and Pennsylvania state driver's license. And only my mother calls me Nathaniel... STILL."

NHL: "But yeah, getting back to this. I'm honored to be standing here accepting this award. It's the all-access pass into a prestigious club that only few are allowed to enter here in the American Wrestling Alliance. And like some of the Hall of Famers, I didn't start out with JUST wrestling. When I was younger, I played baseball, soccer, and football. Football took a backstage to soccer and I played soccer in the winter and baseball in the summer. And it feels like summer in here, too!"

(Nathan smiles as he pulls out a handkerchief, to some laughter, and wipes some accumulated sweat from his brow.)

NHL: "I was also a very bright child. I graduated from high school three years ahead of time. I went to college and earned several bachelor degrees, a couple of masters, and a few doctoral degrees. I did this all before my 21st birthday. The day after I got my final doctorate I turned 21. But after I was finished, I wanted something different. I wanted something a little bit more exciting than accelerating particles and making spaceships go faster and more efficiently in space. I learned how to wrestle from Harley Race and used his teachings and also patterned myself after some of the greatest wrestling technicians such as Rick Flair, Ricky Steamboat, and Bret Hart to name a few."

NHL: "And that's when I first joined the AWA. I was skilled, but rugged. There were some untidy parts of me, a few loose strings, that I'm not too proud of. I joined the AWA in December 2004. I was involved in a battle royal at Wrestlefest VI where the winner would get a shot at the newly created No Limits Championship, a merger of the Television and Hardcore Titles. I won that match and then defeated that Polish guy. What's his name again? Andreas something. Lazy Bitch or something?"

(The audience gives out a small chuckle.)

NHL: "I kid. It's a horrible thing to say. Probably the ONLY good thing to come out of Henry is a very clever rendition of Lasiewicz. But when I took that No Limits Championship, I was plagued by the burnt man himself - Snake. I'm not really proud of my time as a member of Toxic Melody. Snake only held me down and eventually he was put down by a sneaky appearance by Henry - another untidy part of my life."

NHL: "And while the origins of Henry aren't really truly known, it's been said that when I witnessed the very gruesome death of a childhood friend at the hands of his own parents, I must have created this entity to care for the traumatic moment in my young life. In time, it harnessed and collected the sum of all of my unfiltered rage, paranoia, my insecurities, and took them in on his own. Later on in my life, I eventually forgot about that incident and went into sports. But, he soon broke free from the prison of my mind and not only took out Snake, but also other people in the beginnings of my AWA career. And then that 'man' was released for all to witness and see by Brian Stevens."

NHL: "So, yeah. The rest is pretty much history and recent history with all of the hype going into tomorrow night. And it all rides on our legacies and we will leave behind. I've had a hell of a run here. I hold the sixth longest title reign in AWA history, which is also the longest No Limits Championship reign at 145 days. Henry holds the longest Tag Team reign with Low at 134 days, which is also the longest Tag Team Championship reign. I've held the World Heavyweight Championship three times in my career. I've went at it with the best the AWA has had to offer. I've had great matches against Logan Alexander, Brian Stevens, Low, Jeff Christianson, Terry James, Gabriel, and even the Polish Murderer, Andreas Lasiewicz."

(Some more chuckles break out at the slight jab at Andreas Lasiewicz.)

NHL: "And we can't forget that I'll always forever be the guy that lost his World title to Snake. Thanks Henry!"

(Nathan gives a thumbs up and winks to the crowd and there's a mid-range laughter from the crowd.)

NHL: "Geez, I'm horrible. To be serious, though, it truly is an honor to be in the AWA Hall of Fame. I can't say it enough. I remember the one thought going through my head when I signed my contract: I want to be in the AWA Hall of Fame. I want to BE somebody. Here I stand a few years later and I've amassed such a great run in the AWA that it's finally been my time to be inducted. I get to stand next to the great names that have graced this fine company in its tremendous run. No other company in recent years can hold a candle to the excellence of the AWA."

NHL: "I've accomplished my dream - my goal - from when I entered the AWA. It's nice that everything's come full circle now at the end of the road. And I look towards the future. I look towards passing this great, legendary legacy down to my children and giving them opportunities and choices in their lives. I would also like to thank my loving wife, Sarah. We've been through the gamut together. She's been my trusted right arm and my conscience in my life. Her presence gives me a soothing comfort that will never leave my heart. It's through her where I gain my confidence and my pride."

(The cameras cut to Sarah who is seen wiping a few tears from her eyes after hearing her husband's kind and sincere words.)

NHL: "Thank you, everyone, for your help, support, and impact on my life - whether good or bad. I will cherish this moment for all of my life. Thank you!"

(Nathan grabs his plaque and raises it into the air to a loud applause. A few people begin to stand up and applaud NHL and then the rest of those in attendance stands and applauds NHL's induction into the AWA Hall of Fame. The scene fades and opens with a shot of a beautiful shoreline. The sand is as white as the moon that lights the scene. The water caresses the shore, gentling brushing against the sand, creating it's own rhythm. The water itself is dark, but clear. The camera moves up to the sky, which lays littered with bright stars, numbering in the thousands. They engulf the entire sky, overshadowed only by the brilliance of the moon. The camera moves down and around as it zooms in, the sound of the water crashing into the shore softly echoes in the background.)

PERSON: "It has been some time, hasn't it?"

(The camera moves in closer as we begin to make out a figure, sprawled out on a lawn chair facing the water. The moonlight reflecting off of the sand and water illuminates him. There is a bright, saturated red, close to his face, with smoke emitting from it, possibly a cigarette. Behind him stands some type of house. Shadows are caste across the house; all we can really make out is the large silhouette that the contours of the building form. The camera continues to zoom in.)

PERSON: "Hello, my name is King Chozen."

(The figure comes into full focus now. He's wearing white cargo shorts, with the words ChozenWear in black lettering down the sides, as well as a white wife beater. The camera moves up and we see in one hand the cigarette emitting the bright red from the previous shot in one hand, and a glass of some type of dark liquid in the other hand. He has a white bandana tied around his head and a pair of sunshades with a white fade running down the lenses across his eyes. He smiles.)

KING CHOZEN: "For those of you who don't know me, well you can't just be told. King Chozen is an experience. For those of you whose memories go beyond a time of lackluster AWA talent, your chosen one has returned."

(The figure is recognized as former AWA superstar King Chozen. Chozen himself looks older and matured. He has a razor thin goatee and mustache, and his face altogether looks more seasoned. However, his body still remains in a relatively good shape from what we can see, albeit smaller.)

KING CHOZEN: "It was brought to my attention earlier this week that the AWA has finally decided to close the gates to its glorious halls. It was obvious that no finale would be complete without K...F...C!"

(Chozen smirks and takes a swig of his drink.)

KING CHOZEN: "Without a moments pause or hesitation, I got an AWA camera crew out here to my private island. Unfortunately, due to obligations to ChozenWear, yours truly was not able to attend this.... final Classic."

(Chozen pulls a deep drag off his stogie, and holds it, almost as if reminiscing. He exhales in an almost sigh like manner.)

KING CHOZEN: "Many years ago I hung up the laces to my boots., never with the intention of never returning. They said I would never show my face on an AWA screen again, yet here I am. My journey continued on in a new direction, just as the AWA's journey now continues on in a new direction, never with the intention of never returning.

I COULD sit here and say a bunch of clichés, about everything having a beginning and an end... but that just isn't my style! The AWA took from us the best years of our lives. The glory, the triumphs, the sold out stadiums, the fans...the drama, the stress, the time...but in the end we all contributed to what was undoubtedly one of the brightest shining wrestling organizations that there has been...some of us more than others."

(Chozen chuckles, his laugh and smile are still as arrogant as ever. He looks to his left and flicks his cigarette into the night. The trail of red fades as he turns back to the camera.)

KING CHOZEN: "That very ring that the competitors of tonight's card are fighting in has taken the best of us. It was an honor to have competed on that sacred ground, with some of the greatest professionals in this business."

(Chozen nods and looks to the stars filled sky, almost as if in some type of respect or acknowledgement. Chozen raises his glass to the air, with a small, somewhat forced smile and turns back to the camera.)

KING CHOZEN: "This is for the AWA. For the good times and the bad. For the history and the future."

(Chozen downs the glass. He places it down on the armrest and reaches over to his left side, where a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue lays sitting in the sand. He pulls it up, and pours another drink. The scene fades out.)

(The words ChozenWear slowly fade in and then fade out.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's main event will see The Legendary Low defend the AWA World title against his former Damage, Inc. partners Brian Stevens and Nathan Hawthorne-Lee. Stevens and NHL's careers have been closely tied together since they first joined the AWA more than three years ago, and their relationship hit a violent peak at Classic two years ago."

(A graphic says "AWA Classic 2006: Brian Stevens vs. Nathan Hawthorne-Lee".)

(The chain goes tight and we see NHL's left hand slip from the ledge as Brian Stevens is now on the struggling scene. Nathan fights to put his left hand to the balcony as he does a very slow pull up and he reaches, with one arm, to a pole on the rail. NHL gets a grip and then swings the other hand up. Meanwhile, Brian's below kicking and flailing in the wind as he's slowly being choked to death. The weight of his body is now all focused on the dog collar with the "B" etched into the brown leather. The cameras look up to NHL and we see that he's starting to choke from the weight of Brian Stevens on his neck!)

FJ: "Herb, in all of my years in broadcasting and wrestling, THIS is a first for me. I've seen Low get stabbed on pay-per-view, I've seen whole cages collapse on people, but I've never in my life seen two grown men literally killing themselves for the sake of killing the other."

HS: "IT'S LIKE WATCHING A DAMN DOUBLE MURDER! SOMEONE HELP THOSE TWO!!"

(We see some more glimpses from the crowd. Children are crying as their hero is slowly being choked to death. Mothers and girlfriends are visually weeping over the slow death of Brian Stevens and hell, there are fans that are cheering NHL on.)

HS: "It's sick to hear some of these fans cheer like this. THEY'RE HANGING EACH OTHER!! HELP THEM! SOMEONE! I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE! HELP THEM!!!"

(We see NHL starting to lose consciousness. His hands slip off the railing, but he catches onto the lip of the balcony! Stevens is beginning to subside his demands for air. His arms aren't flailing as much and his legs are kicking less. NHL's eyes are beginning to become dazed and then it happens.)

HS: "HOLY HELL!"

FJ: "OH MY GOD!!!!"

(NHL's grip on the concrete ledge slips away and BOTH Brian and Nathan are in free fall to the cold concrete stairs below!!)

HS & FJ: "..."

(BOTH of their bodies collide HARD with the concrete floor! They start tumbling in a dead heap as the fans gasp with every thud! Stair by stair, these two start getting tangled up in the chains more and more! Finally, they crash VIOLENTLY against the guardrail!)

FJ: "THEY'RE DEAD! THEY ARE FUCKING DEAD, HERB!"

HS: "Oh... oh my God."

(A crowd of fans surround both men. They aren't moving. Even if they wanted to, they are so badly entangled in the chain. Both men appear to be breathing as their chests are heaving and sucking air.)

HS: "We need help. NOW! PLEASE! SOMEBODY HELP THEM!"

(AWA Officials, Agents, and Referees all run down the entrance ramp to the guardrail. The EMT's aren't far behind.)

HS: "Thank God."

(A man trailing the EMT's has a bolt cutter as they all cluster around the two fallen warriors. However, our Senior Referee starts pointing at something. A buzz emits from the pile...)

FJ: "What?"

(During all this mess, we notice that NHL is just slightly on top of Brian Stevens! The senior official quickly makes a count...)

REF: "ONE... TWO... THREE! RING THE DAMN BELL!"

(The bell in the arena sounds. The fans are confused. Hell, WE are confused.)

RING ANNOUNCER: "Ladies and Gentlemen. The Senior Referee has counted down Brian Stevens' shoulders! Therefore, your winner is NATHAN HAWTHORNE-LEE!!!"

(The fans pause for a second to take it all in, but suddenly...THEY GO CRAZY! The officials remove the section of guardrail and start cutting out NHL and Stevens, who are both unconscious.)

HS: "I can't believe this! Through all this mayhem NHL is declared the WINNER of this match!"

FJ: "What a friggin' match. Seriously. I've NEVER seen anything like this! NEVER!!"

(Two Paramedic teams work over Brian and NHL separately. Eventually, both men are loaded onto stretchers and are both rolled up the ramp and out of our sights. The fans, meanwhile, have gotten on their feet and have given BOTH men's efforts a STANDING OVATION!)

(The lights go out, and "Kingdom Come," by Jay-Z, plays. The crowd reacts with a rousing chorus of boos and catcalls as the Dark Warrior, Jeff Christianson, begins to walk to the ring.)

FJ: "Jeff Christianson is an AWA Hall of Famer, and the youngest World Champion in AWA history. He's gone up against the best in the business and beaten most of them, and tonight, in a two-of-three-falls match, he'll add another to that list in Logan Alexander!"

HS: "I wouldn't be so sure about that, Frank. Logan's far from a slouch, and after losing his World title to Low at King of the Kage, I'm sure he's out for blood and looking to end his AWA career with a bang."

(Christianson enters the ring, mockingly playing to the booing crowd as the lights come back up. He eventually goes over to his corner and waits for his opponent. The wait isn't long, though, as "Never Turn Back" starts to play and is met by huge cheers from the capacity crowd. As the music changes to "Endless Possibility," Logan Alexander emerges from the O-tunnel.)

HS: "And there is one of the newest inductees into the AWA Hall of Fame, Logan Alexander. He got the monkey off his back at Springs and Breaks by beating Jason Storm for the world championship, and after..."

FJ: "Getting CRUSHED by Low at King of the Kage!"

HS: "...losing to Low in a back-and-forth match for the record books, he set his sights on the Dark Warrior, Jeff Christianson. Tonight, the two technicians will do battle in a true endurance test."

(Logan enters the ring and begins to stare Christianson down.)

DING!
DING!
DING!

FJ: "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! HERE WE GO!"

HS: "One of the AWA's biggest rivalries is finally coming to a head!"

FJ: "Hehe..."

HS: "What now?"

FJ: "You said coming and head."

HS: "Remind me again, why they decided to let you into the Hall of Fame?"

FJ: "Why? Because I'm the greatest color commentator who ever lived, that's why!"

HS: "Then how about commentating on this match you have been so looking forward to."

(As Frank Jackson mocks Herb Summers by mouthing his words and making puppet gestures with his hand, Logan Alexander and Jeff Christianson have been busy, well, doing nothing. They have been circling one another, both looking for an opening, both respecting their opponent's skill. Logan Alexander, with the support of the crowd, darts in first, looking for a single leg takedown. Christianson steps backward to avoid the lunge as Logan rolls off his knee to his feet. Christianson takes advantage and quickly applies a key lock to get the action going. Logan wastes little time in reversing the move into a wristlock, which he twists in with a grimace on his face. Jeff counters with a wristlock of his own almost instantly. Logan again counters, combining another wristlock into a key lock as well. This drops Christianson to one knee. Logan coerces Christianson back to his feet by tightening the hold and then shoves him towards the ropes. Christianson locks his arms around the ropes to prevent the recoil and the fans hem and haw over the stalemate action.)

FJ: "BOOOORING!"

HS: "These two are the pinnacle of this sport, Frank. This is the epitome of an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. These guys are Hall of Famers for a reason. And its early, we both know fireworks are going to happen here tonight."

FJ: "Yes, but then I can't be obnoxious, Herb. I mean, I'm a hall of famer myself, by doing what I do best!"

HS: "Or worst."

(Christianson meets his nemesis center ring and again they scout one another. This time Dark Warrior reacts first, locking Logan up and applying a side headlock. He chains the move into another wristlock, twisting Logan's arm completely around. Christianson then snaps Logan's arm down, stomping the mat for effect, drawing audible groans from the audience. He snaps Logan's arm a second time, with the same crowd reaction. He is about to snap it a third time when Logan flips forward, detorquing his arm and bridges himself up, reversing the maneuver. Logan darts around Christianson in a belly to back position. Jeff elbows Alexander immediately and rolls around behind him attempting the same maneuver. Alexander immediately rolls forward, brining DW with him, and rolling him into a cradle pin. Not to be outdone, Christianson uses his legs to shift their momentum so that now he is sitting on the mat holding Logan's legs toward him with an equally impressive counter. Logan kicks out immediately, before the referee can count, and rolls to his feet, meeting Christianson on his feet as well.)

HS: "Fast paced action here early. These two are as evenly matched as any two competitors in AWA history! This one is going to be one for the ages, I promise!"

FJ: "If I wanted to watch a bunch of holds, I'd turn on the Olympics, Herb. No one wants to see this."

(Contrary to Frank's opinion, the ring-savvy fans are certainly enjoying the action in the ring. Logan catches a slow Christianson punch and counters it with an arm drag. Christianson quickly hits his feet and his felled again by an arm drag. Third time is a charm for Logan who completes the triumvirate as Christianson slaps the mat in frustration. Alexander wastes little time and pulls Christianson off the mat with a hammerlock. He whips Christianson into the ropes and drops to the mat on the recoil for a drop toe hold, but Jeff has it scouted and easily steps over Logan, continuing on. On the second rebound, Christianson looks to nail a running clothesline to his opponent, but Alexander rolls forward, narrowly avoiding impact. Both men continue on into the ropes and charge full steam towards one another. It's Christianson who gets the better of this exchange, sending Logan to the mat with a spinning heel kick that perfectly hits its mark.)

FJ: "Now things are starting to pick up."

HS: "Logan got caught square in the face with that kick from Dark Warrior. Let's check that out on action replay."

(As the audience reacts a second time to the replay in slow motion, Christianson wastes little time in the ring going to work on Logan Alexander. He keeps his enemy grounded with a pair of quick leg drops and then, upon climbing back to his feet, applies a front face lock to Chaos Stryke. Jeff sprawls himself across the mat wrenching the maneuver in, he being prone and Logan on his back, taunting his opponent as he does. Moments later, Christianson crawls to his knees, pulling Logan up and turning the front face lock into a Dragon sleeper. Logan struggles valiantly, but Christianson plants his knee into Logan's back to keep him grounded.)

FJ: "Dark Warrior has taken control of this match now. Logan Alexander might be a newly inducted hall of famer like myself, but he doesn't have anywhere near the AWA experience that Dark Warrior does."

HS: "Seriously, if you mention your induction into the hall of fame ONE MORE TIME..."

FJ: "Herb! That is no way to talk to a fellow hall of fame inductee!"

HS: "Nine long years and I'm not entirely sure I'm going to miss you, Frank."

FJ: "Huh?"

HS: "Just watch the action and do your job."

(The fans try to rally behind their hero, Logan Alexander, and Christianson shouts for them to be quiet, mocking Logan in the process. But the fan favorite hears the pleas of his followers and begins stomping the mat in time with their claps. The more the fans rally, the more Christianson wrenches the move in and, at the same time, the more momentum Logan gets. Alexander gets his legs beneath him and now Christianson is executing a standing Dragon sleeper. If only for a moment, because Logan reaches down and pulls Christianson off the mat, forcing him to release the hold, and puts him in a fireman's carry. Logan Alexander nails a Death Valley driver!)

HS: "What a counter! I can't believe Logan got out of that submission."

FJ: "Oh no, the dreaded front face lock, such an unbreakable hold."

(Herb rolls his eyes ignoring Frank's condescending tone as Logan, certainly worn out a bit from the submission, hooks a leg.)

ONE!
TWO!
KICK OUT!

(Christianson kicks out with force, but the momentum is squarely in Logan's corner now. Alexander pulls Jeff to his feet, only to immediately drop him back down with a snapmare, chained instantly into a rear chin lock. After a few moments, Logan releases the move and applies a bow and arrow submission on the seated Christianson. Sufficient pain inflicted, Chaos Stryke releases the maneuver and pulls Christianson to his feet, quickly whipping him into the turnbuckle before he has time to react. Alexander wastes little motion and charges in with a clothesline across Jeff's chest, before unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks to his staggered opponent. Some particular punch causes Christianson to snap out of his daze and he is able to block the next incoming blow, countering with a punch of his own. The two trade a few more blows before Christianson unleashes a vicious chop across Logan Alexander's chest that draws a reaction from the crowd.)

WOO!

(The move gives Christianson the edge he needs to turn Logan around into the corner, where he unloads with a few more knife edge chops.)

WOO!
WOO!
WOOOOO!

(The third chop doubles Logan over, allowing Christianson to nail a high knee square in Logan's chest. The impact sends Logan backward, where Jeff Christianson quickly reaches out and wraps him up, pausing but for a moment to gain leverage, before landing a beautiful belly to belly suplex, leaving the crowd torn as to whether to cheer to performance or jeer the man performing.)

FJ: "Did you see the elevation on that suplex? Logan seemed to fly through the air forever!"

HS: "This match is scheduled for three falls, but if these two keep up this pace, they won't have enough to last that long!"

(Perhaps hearing Herb, or perhaps listening to his own body, Christianson attempts to slow things down by applying another front face lock on Logan. Logan, though, will have none of it and pushes himself to his feet quickly, only to drop to the mat immediately, bringing Christianson with him. Jeff's jaw lands squarely atop Logan's head via a brutal jawbreaker. The wicked impact sends Christianson flying off Logan's skull, turning around in the process, facing the ropes in a daze. Alexander lunges off his knees and catches Christianson from behind with a picture perfect bulldog. Alexander gets pumped up, beckoning Christianson to his feet, pulling him into an abdominal stretch as he does.)

HS: "Logan continues to work Christianson's midsection and you just have to know that he's setting him up for one of his very painful submissions."

FJ: "You know it, I know it, everyone in the audience knows it, and I'm sure Jeff Christianson knows it, but right now it doesn't seem like there's much he can do about it. C'mon DW!"

(Logan rolls to the side of Jeff, releasing his abdominal stretch, and then executes a front suplex. Christianson clutches his back in pain as Logan Alexander rolls to his feet, the crowd roaring behind him, urging for Christianson to clamber to his feet. Jeff eventually obliges, groggily getting vertical, only to realize that Logan has wheeled around him and is about to lift him up and over with a German suplex. THUD! Christianson is folded up like an accordion, but Logan doesn't release him.)

HS: "He nailed the German! He's going to finish this first fall right now with Chaotic Revolution!"

FJ: "How is this happening?"

HS: "Logan has had answer to everything Christianson has thrown at him!"

(THUD! The second German gets the crowd going into a frenzy, but perhaps it awakened Christianson. Because when Logan prepares to pull Christianson onto his shoulders, Jeff, in desperation, mule kicks Logan square in the crown jewels, hidden from the referee's view.)

HS: "OH LOW BLOW!"

FJ: "I guess he didn't have an answer to that, eh Herb?"

(The crowd rains boos down on Christianson as he sets up the doubled over Logan Alexander's head between his thighs before the referee can ascertain what has happened. Jeff lifts his opponent up off the mat and then slams him down onto his back.)

FJ: "POWERBOMB! POWERBOMB! POWERBOMB!"

HS: "Christianson cheated and set up Logan Alexander for that brutal move. And now... it looks like he's going up top, folks!"

FJ: "He's going for HIGH DEATH! This is over now!"

(The fans continue to boo thunderously as it seems very apparent that their hero is about to lose the first fall in this match. Flash bulbs ignite the arena, despite the fans' distain for Jeff, as he leaps off of the top turnbuckle. He hunches himself up momentarily, only to extend his body out and land across Logan's chest.)

FJ: "HE NAILED IT! HIGH DEATH! HIGH DEATH!"

HS: "Wait! Logan rolled with it! He reversed High Death into a pin! I can't believe what I am seeing!"

FJ: "NOOOO!"

(Sure enough, Logan Alexander amazingly rolled upon impact, turning DW with him. He hooks Christianson's leg as the fans roar in approval, while the referee begins a count.)

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

(No! Christianson got his shoulders up at the last possible moment. In fact, he rolls out of the pin and manages to contort his body so that, somehow, he has Logan in a small package. The fans can't believe it. The referee again begins his count, focuses solely on Logan's shoulder, thus not noticing Christianson's handful of tights.)

HS: "He's got the tights!"

FJ: "ONE!"

HS: "The referee doesn't see it!"

FJ: "TWO!"

HS: "Logan can't kick out!"

FJ: "THREE!"

DING!

DING!
DING!

HS: "HE HAD THE TIGHTS! HE HAD THE TIGHTS!"

FJ: "Christianson did it! Dark Warrior wins!"

HS: "He cheated, Frank!"

FJ: "Who cares? He won, that's all that matters! He's better than Logan and he finally proved it!"

HS: "Relax there, Frank, this is a best of three falls match!"

FJ: "Oh, yes. I just got so excited."

(The referee declares Jeff Christianson the winner of the first fall and the fans voice their disapproval quite audibly. Dark Warrior ignores them though as he celebrates, while Logan argues with the referee, trying to explain his case that Christianson held his tights. The referee casually explains that his decision is final as Logan Alexander is fuming.)

HS: "The wrestlers will now have thirty seconds to catch their breath, and going into the second match, Jeff Christianson has the advantage, one fall to nothing!"

FJ: "I feel like he's going to end this second one quickly."

(Logan is leaning over the ropes, gathering his thoughts and trying to regain focus when suddenly he is clubbed in the back from behind by Jeff Christianson. The referee initially attempts to break things up and threatens Christianson with a disqualification, but suddenly checks his earpiece.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, Jeff Christianson is again breaking the rules here by attacking Logan before the timer hits zero and the bell rings, but we're getting word from backstage that the match is sanctioned now, in the spirit of competition."

FJ: "Haha, that's right. Everything is going Jeff's way tonight!"

HS: "I can't say I agree with this decision, Frank, but I can understand wanting to give the fans what they paid for. This is the last Classic EVER! Our biggest pay per view ever, and the fans here in the arena and the folks at home want to see a battle!"

FJ: "And they're going to get one!"

(The referee reluctantly rings the bell as Jeff Christianson pounds Logan down to the mat with ferocity. He then begins stomping on his back a few times and stomping on his ankle as well. The fans boo loudly as Christianson pulls Logan by his ankle to the ropes and quickly wraps it between the middle and bottom ropes, drawing a rope break count from the referee, which naturally, Christianson is slow to release. Christianson then puts his foot into the small of Logan's knee and applies a modified surfboard stretch, before eventually slamming his foot down onto it.)

HS: "Christianson just executed a surfboard smash to Logan's knee and it's apparent he is trying to work over Logan's ankle and knee to finish him off quickly with his patented ankle lock."

FJ: "Surfboard smash? Pfft, we all know what that is really called."

(Some of the more hardcore wrestling fans cheer Christianson's out of repertoire move, while most boo. Jeff pulls Logan off the mat, only to quickly feel him with a Russian leg sweep, again putting serious pressure on Alexander's leg as he slams to the mat. Christianson, wasting little motion, breaks away from his routine for a moment to keep Alexander on his toes. Or off them rather, as Logan slams back first into the mat, a victim of a snap suplex. A few more stomps to Logan's right ankle and then Christianson attempts to apply an Achilles tendon hold. Logan Alexander wants none of that and quickly latches onto the nearby ropes.)

HS: "Jeff's early attack definitely has Logan reeling."

FJ: "This match is in the bag."

HS: "OH! Maybe we spoke too quickly!"

(While Herb and Frank pontificate, Logan pulls himself up via the ropes as the referee forces Christianson off with a rope break, finally taking control of this match. Christianson, more than a little peeved, swims through the referee and charges at Alexander, who leans down and counters with a back body drop, attempting to send Christianson over the ropes. Jeff, though, contorts himself to land on the apron and grins slyly. Only Logan is no fool, and as Christianson turns around to attack him, assuming Logan doesn't realize he is perfectly ok, he is met square in the thighs with a dropkick that send his legs out from beneath him and his face right down into the apron. SMACK!)

HS: "What a counter by Logan Alexander and that's just what he needed to shift this momentum back into his favor. Christianson doesn't know where he is right now!"

FJ: "Man, I haven't seen a face plant that bad since that Japanese gymnast fell off the rings in Beijing!"

HS: "A men's gymnastics reference, Frank? Really? I mean, how less manly can you get?"

FJ: "Herb, you tell me what is manly about that singlet Christianson is wearing, then?"

HS: "Touche, Frank. Touche."

(With the crowd's support, Logan certainly doesn't intend for Christianson to regain his senses, so with the aid of the opposite ropes, he charges towards his nemesis on the outside.)

HS: "SUICIDE DIVE! HE CONNECTED WITH THAT SUICIDE DIVE!"

FJ: "Did you see the way he landed? I haven't seen a face plant that bad since Jeff Christianson slammed his face a minute ago."

HS: "Har har. Anyway, Christianson is down, but so is Logan. That is why they call them high risk maneuvers. Logan is stirring to his feet though, he did manage to use Christianson to break his fall."

(The fans are going nuts now, cheering Logan on after that entertaining aerial move. We can see Logan's adrenaline rising as the crowd grows louder, pulling Jeff off his feet and whipping him hard into the padded ring railing. Alexander promptly rolls Christianson back into the ring, climbing up onto the apron himself. Logan waits for Christianson to just begin staggering when he leap frogs up onto the top rope, rotating 180 degrees as he does, and then he springs backward, landing a moonsault to a now wobbly but on his feet Christianson.)

HS: "Impressive moonsault from Alexander and now Logan is totally on a roll!"

FJ: "This match is back and forth, up and down, my heart can't take this, Herb! Not after the night we've already had!"

HS: "It's called Classic for a reason, Frank! You'll never forget this night."

(Logan continues his assault with the crowd still thundering behind him. He clubs Christianson on the back and then pulls him up and whips him hard into the ropes. On the rebound, Logan lands a huge neck breaker that incapacitates Christianson further. Logan continues to work on Christianson's neck by pulling him off the mat in a side headlock, before quickly executing twisting neck breaker, which draws more cheers from the crowd, who are now 100% behind Logan Alexander. The Toronto native kips up off the mat and beckons for Jeff Christianson to climb to his feet. Dark Warrior though, doesn't oblige and remains groggy on all fours. Logan takes the bait and pays for it because after trying to pull Christianson to his feet, Dark Warrior lands a chop block to Logan's right leg, momentarily crippling him. As Logan writhes on the mat in pain, clutching his knee, Christianson goes on the assault.)

HS: "Jeff Christianson can be as ruthless as they come and now, like a shark sensing blood, he is focused solely on one thing: finishing this match off any way he can."

FJ: "Hey. Hey, Herb... would that make him... a... dark shark?"

HS: "Nine years and still you amaze me..."

FJ: "Thanks."

HS: "With some of the most ridiculous statements I've ever heard."

(Christianson attempts to gain both the physical and mental advantage by taunting Logan as he stomps on his right leg. Christianson quickly applies an over the shoulder half Boston crab, supposedly invented by an unnamed former professional wrestler and current mixed martial arts star, applying pressure not only to Logan's back, but again to his right leg. The move is effective in both causing duress to Logan Alexander and, more importantly, silencing the crowd. Logan, though, resists the maneuver to his best ability, frustrating Christianson enough to force him to release the hold.)

HS: "I can't imagine Logan Alexander tapping out in this match. It just means too much to him."

FJ: "Yes, but there is only so much damage one man can take. If Dark Warrior can break him down enough, even Chaos Stryke is going to tap out."

(Jeff pulls Logan to the ropes and again wraps his knee and ankle around the bottom rope. This time, with Logan's leg tangled, he stomps on it. Christianson, with a glazed over look in his eyes, then pulls Alexander to the center of the ring by his right leg and quickly and methodically applies an ankle lock. But Logan excitedly rushes to the ropes, now allowing Christianson time to set the move in, forcing a rather frantic break.)

FJ: "Oh, this match was just a half second from being over."

HS: "You can see that Logan Alexander certainly respects that ankle lock. Countless men have lost matches to it."

(Jeff breaks the lock himself out of frustration and goes to pull Logan off the ropes but is met with an uppercut to the jaw for his troubles. Christianson staggers backward and Logan leaps off the mat with a chop. He follows with several right hands, causing Jeff to stumble. Finally, Logan unloads with a clothesline, but Christianson manages to duck it. Alexander uses the momentum to simply turn himself around and plant a kick into Dark Warrior's gut. But Jeff catches the kick and a smirk overwhelms his face, knowing he has Logan right where he wants him. SMACK! Christianson was wrong, as evidenced by the resounding enziguri that just connected with his temple.)

HS: "Did you hear that impact! It echoed through the entire arena! Lights out, Dick!"

FJ: "Logan kicked him so hard, I think Quade deSade felt it!"

(Alexander pulls Christianson to his feet and lifts him up onto his shoulders to the delight of the crowd in an inverted fireman's carry. But before he can land Chaotic Inversion, Logan Alexander's ankle gives out from Christianson's weight and Dark Warrior slumps off his shoulders. The fans are dismayed as Christianson, having fallen to his feet behind Alexander, locks in a full Nelson, moreso out of instinct than his own awareness. Seconds later, the whole tide of the match has changed as Logan is planted on his face.)

FJ: "FULL EFFECT! FULL EFFECT! THIS MATCH IS OVER!"

HS: "What a counter, I can't believe it! Logan's knee seemed to buckle, or maybe his ankle gave out, but nevertheless, this match is Christianson's to win. Here's the pin!"

ONE!
TWO!
THR – LOGAN KICKS OUT!

HS: "He kicked out!"

FJ: "NOOO!"

(Christianson is beside himself arguing with the referee as Alexander barely stirs on the mat. The fans are roaring at his valiance. Christianson decides to nip this whole thing in the butt by executing a pair of quick leg drops. But Logan seems to be gaining some sort of spiritual awakening, as if possessed, because he continues to climb to his feet. A double axe handle from Christianson to Logan's back doesn't stop him either. Jeff wails away on Logan, but nothing, the new hall of fame inductee merely shakes them off, standing toe to toe with Alexander. He seems to be more than a man, right. It's as if he's some kind of hulking beast, immune to any damage, empowered by the maniacal crowd. Christianson unloads with everything he has, but Logan blocks it. He counters with a punch of his own that may as well have been landed by Mike Tyson himself the way Christianson reacts to it. Another punch. And another! Christianson, on rubber legs, vainly swings a wild right hand that Logan Alexander patiently ducks under, executing an inverted Atomic drop. Christianson bounces off Logan's knee, immediately clutching is groin area, dancing around the ring like spin the bottle, only to wind up facing directly at Logan. In the moment it takes for him to land a knee, doubling over his opponent, Logan Alexander executes a vicious DDT.)

HS: "What a move by Logan Alexander. He's taken full control of this match now!"

FJ: "These fans are maniacs!"

(Alexander pulls Christianson to his feet and whips him into the opposite ropes, scooping him up onto his shoulders on the rebound, looking to land a Samoan drop. Christianson, running solely on adrenaline at this point, floats off and lands behind Alexander. Chaos Stryke wheels around and is met with a boot to his gut, bending him forward, right into Dark Warrior's waiting arms. Christianson tries to execute a three quarter turn neck breaker.)

FJ: "LOW STUNNER! LOW STUNNER! LOW STUNNER!"

HS: "Wait a minute..."

(An able effort, sure, but even a stunner is no match for Mr. Mo, as in momentum, and Alexander wheels around Christianson, essentially reversing their positions. He darts towards the ropes, steps up two of them and then floats over, never releasing Jeff.)

HS: "STRYKE FORCE INVERSION!"

FJ: "Logan just buttered Christianson's sliced bread! I can't believe what has happened here!"

HS: "Here's the pinfall."

FJ: "Kick out Jeff!"

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

FJ: "NOOOO!"

HS: "Wait, his feet were under the ropes! FEET UNDER THE ROPES!"

FJ: "Err... I mean... NOOOOO this isn't over yet."

(Logan Alexander can't believe it, but action replay confirms that Christianson's feet were indeed under the ropes, and whether or not he intended that to be so, the referee waves off the pinfall. The fans are irate, Logan is disgusted, and Christianson is rolling out of the ring attempting to escape. Logan see him leaving the ring and rolls his eyes, then realizing that Christianson poses no threat right now, turns his attention back towards the referee and the action replay. Christianson, though, embarrassed now, tosses the bell ringer from his seat and takes his steel chair.)

HS: "What's he going to do with that?"

FJ: "He's going to even the score!"

HS: "And do what, disqualify himself? This match was supposed to be about pure wrestling at its finest, and now Jeff Christianson is going to taint that."

FJ: "Hehehe... you said taint."

HS: "Are you BLEEP serious?"

(Logan and the referee are both full aware of Christianson's vain efforts and Jeff is surprised when he reaches to pick the chair off the mat and it doesn't come with him. Instead, the referee is standing there, trying to pry it from Christianson's hands. Dark Warrior wants none of this and shoves hard, sending the referee flying back. He then wheels around, somehow aware that Logan was stalking him from behind. THWACK! The chair crashes into Logan Alexander's skull.)

DING!
DING!
DING!

(The referee immediately disqualifies Jeff Christianson, who doesn't seem to care.)

HS: "This is despicable. He just ruined this match."

FJ: "This is brilliant, Herb. Christianson may have cost himself a fall, but now he can easily win this match."

HS: "Come on Christianson! Are you really not done yet?"

(Jeff darts a look at Herb for a second, obviously hearing him, and shakes his head to answer his question bluntly. No he is not done. The end of the chair connecting with Logan's ankle proves that. He then places Logan's ankle, who is groaning in pain, between the back and the seat portion of the steel chair. CRACK! Christianson stomps mightily on the chair, likely cracking Logan's ankle in the process.)

HS: "I can't watch this."

FJ: "Logan Alexander's ankle probably just snapped. I doubt he could compete any longer. Someone needs to stop this! Even I'm getting sick to my stomach."

(Christianson admires his work for a moment, but even he isn't heartless enough to totally shatter Logan's ankle, and he pulls the chair off. The referee is now protecting Logan anyway, and Jeff is satisfied the damage is done. The crowd is booing, the referee is berating him, Logan is screaming in pain, and Jeff Christianson is merely smiling. The referee asks Logan if he wants to continue, and of course Alexander, with rage in his eyes now, confirms that he indeed does, despite what is likely a broken ankle. The referee decides to allow the match to continue, but he stands in front of Christianson and promises to disqualify him if he so much as lays a finger on Logan before the timer reaches zero.)

HS: "It's good to see the referee is finally taking control of this match, but I think the damage is certainly done. Jeff Christianson knew he couldn't beat Logan Alexander man to man, and he took matters into his own hands."

FJ: "What are you talking about? Dark Warrior was already up a victory. He's just ensuring victory, is all, it's brilliant."

(The fans applaud Logan Alexander has he slowly climbs to his feet, though barely able to stand. He tries his best to catch his breath as the timer reaches 0.)

DING!
DING!
DING!

(Out of the game Jeff Christianson charges his opponent. Logan tries to meet him halfway but can merely limp. Christianson punches Logan, who tries to retaliate, but can barely even stand, let alone throw a punch, and is quickly felled by a direct blow from Dark Warrior. Christianson pulls Logan up and whips him into the ropes, but Logan can't run and he falls on the way, clamoring across the mat towards the ropes. Christianson mocks him a bit as Logan tries to pull himself up off his feet. Jeff charges his victim like a predator stalking prey and lunges in for the kill. Logan Alexander leaps forward off his good, his left, leg.)

HS: "SPEAR! Out of nowhere, Logan Alexander just speared Jeff Christianson!"

FJ: "He folded him like an empty wallet. Ouch."

(The crowd erupts at the unexpected counter and Alexander limps up onto his left leg. Logan manages to whip Christianson into the ropes, and on the recoil Alexander leaps up with a spinning heel kick using only his left leg.)

HS: "Logan is proving he doesn't need two legs to compete here! What a competitor."

FJ: "It's stupid if you ask me. He could seriously hurt himself. He should just throw in the towel. He could not only lose the match but also jeopardize his career."

HS: "Logan is a warrior and he isn't going to give up! I'm sure he wants a measure of revenge on Christianson as well, I mean, he wouldn't even be in this situation if Jeff didn't cheat!"

FJ: "It's called using strategy Herb. You'd think after nine years you'd have learned that by now."

(Again the fans get behind Logan Alexander, perhaps just as exhausted from the rollercoaster ride of emotions they've been through as the finely tuned athletes in the ring before them. Christianson doesn't do them any favors, either, because just as quickly as Logan's rally came, it goes. Logan charges and Jeff as he clambers to his feet, only to be felled quickly by a drop toe hold from the Montreal native. Christianson immediately follows with an ankle lock, forcing any energy the fans had left totally out of the arena.)

FJ: "Another ankle lock! If he can get this one in, this match is definitely over."

HS: "Can you imagine the intense searing pain that Logan is feeling right now? How is this man even still conscious?"

(Alexander quickly crawls to the ropes in a panic forcing a rope break before any serious damage can be done. Christianson is visibly frustrated at himself because of this and holds the move in for several moments longer than the referee would allow. Christianson stomps on Logan Alexander's right ankle several times, causing him to cry out in pain. Jeff, now angry at both himself and exasperated by Logan, pulls him to his feet. Logan Alexander can barely stand up and Christianson smugly backs away, forcing Alexander to stagger about. Jeff simply shoves his opponent down to the mat.)

HS: "Christianson is simply mocking Logan Alexander now. This is just deplorable."

FJ: "Christianson is just showing Logan Alexander that, without a doubt, he is the better man."

(Alexander isn't going to give up without everything he's got, and he again clambers to his feet, wobbling around. Christianson allows him to do this, feigning a limp of his own to mock Alexander. Jeff reaches down and grabs his right ankle in fake agony with a laugh. An instant later his expression changes to intense focus as he slams that same ankle down onto the mat and the entire arena knows what is coming next. Logan Alexander slowly stumbles to his feet and Christianson is waiting to time the kick perfectly. As Logan's face finally enters into his range, Dark Warrior strikes. But Logan Alexander somehow catches Christianson's leg. He shoves Christianson away, causing him to spin totally around. As Jeff turns uncontrollably back to Logan, Alexander ducks down and under hooks his shoulder. Ignoring the pain, he uses his right leg to sweep out Jeff's from beneath him.)

HS: "CHAOTIC COLLISION! OH MY GOD! Out of nowhere, how the Hell did Logan do that?"

FJ: "I'm wondering the same thing, Herb. This guy isn't human. He shouldn't even be walking. What on Earth is going on here."

HS: "I told you, Logan isn't ever going to give up, ankle be damned!"

(Alexander isn't done yet. As soon as both men hit the mat, he rolls around his opponent and applies a headscissors. He then locks in Christianson's left arm.)

HS: "And he's applied Chaotic Theory! I'll be damned, but Logan Alexander may somehow win this thing!"

FJ: "This is unbelievable."

(Christianson doesn't panic, despite the painful submission, and he uses his free arm to grab Logan's ankle, which is locked around his other, squeezing as tightly as he can. Christianson smartly presses down on Logan's right ankle crossing it over his other and applying pressure. Normally a desperate maneuver like that wouldn't do anything to save him, but in this case, when the opponent's right ankle is probably broken, it makes them release pretty quickly, which is what Logan Alexander does. Christianson climbs to his feet livid and he decides he has had enough. He grabs both of Logan Alexander's legs and steps through them with one of his own. A few motions and a twist later, Logan Alexander is flat on his back being pinned, his legs totally tied up in a figure four leg lock.)

HS: "Jeff Christianson has applied the figure four and you have to agree that this match is over at this point. There isn't anything Logan is going to be able to do."

FJ: "Wow, Herb, you lost faith already?"

HS: "What? No. I'm just stating the obvious. The man has a broken ankle. What more can he do but tap out. I don't think anyone in this arena is going to lose any respect for the man if he lets go at this point."

FJ: "Then why, Herb, is he still fighting it? Logan Alexander should just tap out, but he isn't."

HS: "Because he's proud, Frank. He's proud of everything he's accomplished. He's proud of who he is. And most of all, I bet, he's proud to be a member of the American Wrestling Alliance, and on our last night ever, he's NOT going to go out like this."

(Logan Alexander spends at least thirty seconds in the figure four. Thirty excruciating seconds that no one perhaps on this planet would be able to escape from, let alone reverse. But someone, someway, that's exactly what Logan Alexander does. With a mighty groan, he turns the move over. He has nothing left at all, but Christianson is now on the end of the painful maneuver. The fans are too stunned to even cheer. They can't believe what they just witnessed. It doesn't matter that Christianson breaks the hold nearly instantly and that Logan Alexander couldn't possibly hold the move in like that. It doesn't matter that Jeff Christianson quickly scrambles to his feet ready to inflict more pain to him. What matters is that Logan Alexander just escaped a figure four with a broken ankle and at this point, there's probably not anything in this world short of death that can keep him from winning this match.)

FJ: "He... he... he escaped?"

HS: "He did, Frank. I can't believe it. I mean, I'm speechless."

(Christianson, very frustrated and alarmed, pulls Logan Alexander to his feet. Logan, though, suddenly boxes both of Christianson's ears, causing him to stagger back. Alexander launches his attack, darting around behind Jeff, despite being only on one leg, and applies a rear naked choke.)

HS: "Revised Chaos Theory? NO way?"

(Jeff Christianson, in a total panic now, rolls to the side, causing Alexander to fall on his face and himself to wind up behind him, clutching his ankle. The ankle lock is fully applied this time.)

HS & FJ: "ANKLE LOCK!"

(The fans are now actually cheering, because they know they are witnessing something amazing, despite their disdain for Christianson. They are cheering for Logan to try and break the ankle lock. In fact, they almost expect him to after what they've seen tonight. But this is Jeff Christianson and he does this better than anyone else ever. Logan scratches and claws his way to the ropes, and amazingly, seems to be making headway.)

HS: "He's going to make the ropes!"

FJ: "Are you kidding me?"

(It's just a dream for every fan in the arena and watching at home though, because Christianson laughs when he pulls Logan back to the center of the ring. He was merely toying with him, and its apparent now that he let him even get that far. Logan Alexander continues to struggle though, his eyes are welling up with pain, his face is red, his mouth is bleeding from gritting his teeth so hard. Inch by inch he crawls, the fans growing louder with every moment. Closer. Louder. Closer. Louder. Logan Alexander reaches out. He's a fingernail away from the ropes. He tries to lunge out and everyone knows he's made it. Only he hasn't. And again Jeff Christianson pulls him to the center of the ring. Which is exactly what Logan Alexander wanted him to do. Before Christianson sets his feet, Logan reacts. He rolls his shoulder forward and twists his body, his ankle so twisted now his toes are practically facing him, and down goes Jeff Christianson a look of wide eyed disbelief and horror on his face. Logan Alexander can't use his ankle. Logan Alexander doesn't need his right ankle, though. He plants his right knee firmly into the mat. He doesn't need that ankle for Perfect Chaos Theory.)

HS: "Wow. Just.... Wow."

FJ: "There is no way that just happened. No way at all."

HS: "Logan Alexander just locked in Perfect Chaos Theory. His bloody ankle has to be shattered by now, and still, somehow, someway he found it deep within himself to keep fighting."

FJ: "Now what is Christianson going to do?"

HS: "I don't think he can escape, Frank. I think his only chance is to simply outlast Logan, because he can't move. Logan has that move locked totally in."

(Jeff Christianson tries everything in his power to escape. He tried everything in his power to win this match. Maybe the fates are against him, maybe Logan Alexander just wanted it more, who knows, but one thing is clear: Jeff Christianson has absolutely nowhere to go and no choice but to tap out. And so he does after several grueling moments.)

DING!
DING!
DING!

HS: "LOGAN ALEXANDER WINS! LOGAN WINS!"

FJ: "IMPOSSIBLE!"

HS: "Christianson couldn't escape Perfect Chaos Theory and he had to tap out. Both of these men are exhausted, Logan can't even stand. The EMT's are rushing the ring to check on him."

FJ: "Jeff Christianson absolutely can't believe it. Look at that look on his face. He's ghost white."

HS: "No one wants to lose in their last match, Frank, but someone had to win tonight and someone had to lose. He's a hall of famer and an AWA legend. His legacy will remain, but tonight is Logan Alexander's night. I don't think we can stress enough to those of you watching at home just what an amazing feat this was. The man has a BLEEP broke ankle!"

(The EMT's wrap and set Logan's ankle as Christianson leaves them to their devices. When the heave him up on the stretcher, Christianson steps towards him. The arena grows silent for a moment, before Jeff eases their fears of a brutal assault by grabbing Logan by the hand and pulling him up off the stretcher. He holds Logan up on one leg and raises his hand high into the air. They shake hands and Christianson leaves the ring, leaving Logan Alexander in the ring, unable to even stand, to the cheers of the thunderous Los Angeles crowd. LOGAN! LOGAN! LOGAN! LOGAN!)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, one year ago, Brian Stevens wrote history as he shattered all previous longevity records here in the AWA with his second World title reign. And we'll take you back to that night right now."

(A graphic says "AWA Classic 2007: Brian Stevens vs. John Williams".)

(Williams fights to his feet an Stevens is right there. Stevens locks on the Front Guillotine Choke but can t grapevine the legs as Williams rushes right into the turnbuckles before he can! INCREDIBLE! Stevens breaks the facelock! Williams quickly uses the turnbuckles to his advantage and YES! John Williams has HUSH locked on Brian Stevens! He gets Stevens as far away from the ropes as he can Stevens looks to be in an absurd amount of pain!)

HS: "Brian Stevens avoided Hush once but now he s locked in! Can Brian Stevens survive Hush! Can Brian Stevens get to the ropes they re inches away! "

(Stevens fights Stevens claws he s only feet away from the ropes but he doesn't look like he can hold on. His hand is out he s looking to tap .will he tap? NO! Brian Stevens reaches the rope! Brian Stevens reaches the rope! Williams let s go of the hold and rises to his knees. He watches Stevens stir but he s more concerned with catching his breath. Brian Stevens gets up to his feet and John Williams follows suit Brian Stevens, out of no where, hit s the ACE CRUSHER! Both men are down! Both men are down! A loud WILLIAMS! WILLIAMS! chant breaks out as both men lay motionless. Stevens turns to his stomach he claws he crawls. Brian Stevens covers!)

HS: "1...2...NO! OH MY GOD! John Williams just kicked out of the Ace Crusher! "

FJ: "My god this is insane! "

(Brian Stevens screams as he brings John Williams back up to his feet Brian Stevens drapes John Williams over his shoulder he traps the head NORTH STAR DRIVER! NORTH STAR DRIVER! Brian Stevens just hit one of his pet moves! Brian Stevens hooks the leg! Brian Stevens covers!)

HS: "1...2...3!!! YES! Brian Stevens! Brian Stevens! That son of a bitch did it! Brian Stevens just pinned John Williams! "

FJ: "Brian Stevens makes history! Brian Stevens pins John Williams with the North Star Driver to capture the most hallowed record in the history of the AWA! Brian Stevens is now the longest reigning AWA World Heavyweight Champion of ALL TIME! "

("Jet Black New Year" by Thursday plays over the loud speaker as Chuck Ford raises the hand of Brian Stevens center ring! Stevens tries holding back the tears of joy but he can t. Brian Stevens tears up as Chuck Ford hands him the World Title.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, last night at Universal Amphitheater we not only held the Hall of Fame inductions, the AWA Awards for 2008 were given out as well. Let us take you back to a highlight package revealing all the winners."

(We go to a video package from the previous night. We see Logan Alexander shaking hands with the man who won COMEBACK OF THE YEAR, "The Storm" Terry James. Jeff Christianson hands the award for BREAKTHROUGH OF THE YEAR to "The Future" Jason Storm. Frank Jackson looks really happy as he hands the award for RULEBREAKER OF THE YEAR to The Legendary Low. Herb Summers looks equally delighted as he hands the award for FAN FAVORITE OF THE YEAR to "Chaos Stryke" Logan Alexander. Celebrity guests Whoopi Goldberg and Jane Fonda are at odds over who caused whom more damage during their previous AWA appearances. Jackie Stallone, mother of Sylvester, puts an end to it and announces the FEUD OF THE YEAR as being Jason Storm vs. Evan Heir. A tense moment is created as AWA Hall of Famer Steven Caldera awards MATCH OF THE YEAR to Logan Alexander and The Legendary Low for their Classic 2007 European Rules Match. Logan and Low engage in a scuffle, but Caldera gets involved and keeps both men apart - although he, too, almost comes to blows with his former rival Low. Evan Heir then hands the award for MOMENT OF THE YEAR to Brian Stevens for beating John Williams at Classic 2007 and thus breaking the record for the longest title reign in AWA history. And finally, AWA President Travis Gray talks about how close the WRESTLER OF THE YEAR award voting was this year, but that as close as it was, the award went to The Legendary Low. A video package then shows some highlights from the previous AWA year, before we cut back to Herb and Frank.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, despite the fate of our beloved AWA, 2008 certainly had its share of highlights. One of the bigger ones - Logan Alexander finally winning the AWA World title."

(A graphic says "Springs And Breaks 2008: Jason Storm vs. Logan Alexander".)

(Evan Heir slides into the ring under the bottom rope with a steel chair in hand. Logan Alexander pushes Storm away and turns around. Heir swings the chair at Logan's head--- but Logan ducks! The chair connects with Jason Storm! Storm falls to the mat, limp. Evan looks down at the fallen champion and then simply shrugs. He tosses the chair aside and turns to Logan. Evan levels him with the PDA! Logan's eyes roll into the back of the head and he falls forward on top of Jason Storm. Evan rolls out of the ring and hops into the audience, rushing up the stairs and away from the "action" in the ring.)

FJ: "If he wins this way, I swear, Storm will never let him live it down."

(The crowd cheers as referee George McGreggor runs down to the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope and makes the count as the crowd counts along.)

ONE!
TWO!
THRR--!

HS: "It's over!"

FJ: "No it's not! Storm's shoulder's not on the mat! And George sees this! Look!"

(Storm barely gets his shoulder off of the canvas. He puts it back down after managing to push Logan off of him. Logan Alexander sits up, not sure where he is. Logan looks around before he slowly pushes himself to his feet. Jason Storm gets up as well. Logan backs up and bounces off of the ropes. He goes for a hard Clothesline, but Jason Storm has enough sense to duck and hit a shuffle kick to Logan's side, forcing him to the ground. Jason then goes for a buzzsaw kick, an obvious setup for Your Destiny, but Logan ducks under that and grabs Jason's leg, spinning him around completely and pushing him towards the turnbuckles. Logan Alexander grabs Jason Storm's head and delivers the STRYKE FORCE INVERSION!)

HS: "He beat Jason Storm with that move before! Will history repeat itself?!"

(George makes the count as Logan pins Jason Storm.)

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

HS: "Logan won! LOGAN WON!"

FJ: "NOO!"

HS: "YES!"

FJ: "NO! I mean REALLY! NO! Jason Storm's foot is on the bottom rope AGAIN!"

HS: "You can't be serious."

(Logan screams out in frustration, but it's these few seconds that his eye is off the ball and he is yelling at the referee, that Jason Storm hits him with a buzzsaw kick to the back of the head. Logan is spun around by the impact and Jason runs forward with a knee strike, nailing Your Destiny! Both men lie on the ground for about five seconds before Jason pushes himself up and goes to the turnbuckles. He climbs to the top and it looks as if he's going to finish Logan Alexander off with a Moonsault, the one that he didn't get all of the last two times he tried. Storm looks determined, and blood gushes from his face. He doesn't look like he's recovered from everything that was thrown at him in the past couple of minutes. However, as he sits on the top, a bloodied and bruised Logan Alexander, with one eye swollen shut, pushes himself up to his feet. He hops onto the top rope along with Jason Storm, and uses whatever energy he has left to nail an inverted Stryke Force Inversion, this time with both men situated on the very top rope. They fly all the way to the center of the ring and Logan Alexander looks to be in just as bad shape as Jason Storm after the move and he lies motionless on top of him.)

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

DING!
DING!
DING!

HS: "HE DID IT! HE DID IT!"

FJ: "...Jason Storm just never recovered from that chair shot, that's all."

HS: "Frank, bull. Logan Alexander did what he said what he was going to do. Logan Alexander has just ROCKED Jason Storm!"

(We cut to the backstage area where we see Larry Porter standing next to the AWA World Heavyweight Champion The Legendary Low.)

LP: "Ladies and gentlemen, in just a few moments, The Legendary Low will defend the AWA World title against Nathan Hawthorne-Lee and Brian Stevens in the last-ever AWA match. Low, what are your feelings right now?"

(Low waits a moment as he contemplates his answer. He then begins to calmly speak.)

LOW: "Larry Porter, it was exactly eight years ago this week that I signed my first AWA contract. This past week, NHL talked about my humble beginnings. The truth is, I didn't have humble beginnings, if you can call them humble, then only in comparison to my later achievements. When I first joined, I had all the tools, because all I ever wanted to be was a professional wrestler. All I ever wanted to be was the World Heavyweight Champion. But it took a few unnamed people with more experience than me to teach me how to properly use my tools. I listened, I learned, I understood, and after a while I never looked back."

"I became exactly what I say I am, I became The Greatest Sports Legend Alive! How did I do it? By adjusting myself to the ever-changing circumstances in professional wrestling. Eight years ago, everybody wanted to have 'attitude', everybody wanted to 'shoot' on everybody else, everybody wanted to ditch the time-proven rules and basics of professional wrestling and become 'hardcore'. That wasn't the wrestling I grew up with, but I adjusted and I prevailed."

"Five years ago, everybody started looking back and rediscovering wrestling's traditions. Suddenly, everybody became a historian, but in reality, everybody just declared the wrestling they grew up with as the best wrestling there ever was. Many people looked to Japan, a dying scene, and incorporated that into their arsenal as well. I added my fair share of Japanese moves and moves inspired by wrestling's history, I adjusted and I prevailed."

"Now, fast forward to 2008. Wrestling is this big amalgam of all sorts of wrestling, international, traditional, all the territories, the 'attitude' era, all that stuff. Of course, everybody now copies that MMA-shit, and yeah, I probably incorporated three or four things myself. Why? Because I adjust and I prevail."

"This brings me to tonight. Eight years, and I've been around this place longer than anybody else. I've seen people come and go. People have been telling me for five years that my ego is in my way, that I am not the man I used to be, that I only care about my legacy and that this will ultimately be my downfall. But I am still here! Why? Because I adjusted and prevailed. Nathan Hawthorne-Lee, you and I have a date with destiny. You know and I know that I've made a career out of getting even. I WILL avenge my Wrestlefest VIII loss to you tonight, because if I don't do it tonight, I can never EVER do it again. And you will not go into the history books as the one man Low couldn't get back at. And Brian Stevens, if you are the best wrestler right now, then right now is about to be over in a moment, because you will once again fail in your quest of dethroning, of DEFEATING The Legendary Low. You don't have what it takes to pass me by, no matter how long you've held the World title without me challenging for it."

(Low holds in for a moment before he continues.)

LOW: "Tonight is the end of the AWA and that breaks my heart. It hurts my ego. But the wrestling world cannot sleep easier just now, because my career isn't over. Someway, somehow, someplace, someday The Legendary Low will reemerge and he will forever be known as the best wrestler the American Wrestling Alliance ever produced, courtesy of EIGHT YEARS of excellence... and my victory over Brian Stevens and Nathan Hawthorne-Lee tonight. How do I know that? Because I will do what I always did - adjust and prevail."

(With that, Low walks out of view.)

LP: "Let's get back to ringside."

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, it is with a heavy heart that I announce that the final main event in the long and illustrious AWA history is about to get under way."

FJ: "The Greatest Sports Legend Alive, the Ultimate Champion, the AWA World Heavyweight Champion, the Legendary Low, will defend his 12th World title against the Strong-Style Legend, the Punk Rock Phenom, the Sensational Brian Stevens and Nathan Hawthorne-Lee. Wait, NHL has no nicknames?!"

HS: "He has 'NHL'."

FJ: "What about the Crazy Bastard? The Man That's Not Henry? Or simply the other NHL?"

HS: "... No."

FJ: "Damn!"

(The Classic stage erupts in flames, stretching ten feet into the air. Behind the flames, we can see something rising up. Suddenly the wall of fire stops and gets sucked back into the flooring. On the stage we see a four-member band. The camera zooms in and we immediately notice that it's Metallica.)

FJ: "HOLY CRAP! It's Metallica!"

HS: "I didn't know you were a Metallica fan, Frank."

FJ: "Who doesn't like Metallica?"

(James Hetfield, the band's frontman and rhythm guitarist, steps towards the mic.)

JH: "What the fuck's up, Los Angeles. Are you ready to listen to some heavy shit tonight?"

(The crowd in the arena explodes with excitement. We see Lars Ulrich behind his Ludwig drum kit raising his left hand into the air with his black shaft and white tip drum sticks in hand. Kirk Hammett, lead guitarist, plays a short power cord and raises his hands into the air. Bassist Robert Trujillo waves to the crowd.)

JH: "It's been, what, three years since we've been here? And although we're not playing against Kanye West tonight, we are still going to fuck someone up. To your stations, boys."

(We hear a loud bell toll throughout the LA Coliseum. We hear another loud, thunderous, bell toll through the arena.)

JH: "FOR WHOM. THE BELL. TOOOOOOOLLS-AH!"

(Lars crashes a cymbal four times before the band launches into the intro for their popular song from the album "Ride the Lightning", "For Whom the Bell Tolls." The intro contains a bass solo and we see Robert Trujillo going to work on his bass and walking around the stage in his odd way. James walks up to the Lars' drums and starts to beat the cymbals out of time, being the asshole he is, and then walks away, continuing to play the intro for the song. As the song nears it's lyrical start point, James walks up to the microphone and tosses his pick out to the crowd.)

JH: "Make his fight on the hill in the early day.
Constant chill deep inside.
Shouting gun, on they run through the endless gray.
On they fight, for they are right, yes, but who's to say?
For a hill, men would kill. Why? They do not know.
Suffered wounds test their pride.
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know."

(James grabs another green guitar pick from his mic stand before continuing to the chorus.)

JH: "For whom the bell tolls.
Time marches on.
SING IT!"

CROWD: "For whom the bell tolls."

JH: "Abso-fucking-lutely, baby!"

(They play the bridge of the song with contains a short guitar solo/duet. It's during this time that the Ameritron video of Nathan Hawthorne-Lee plays and the crowd pops louder than they just were. The crowd immediately cheers even LOUDER as we see NHL come out onto the stage. He looks out towards the crowd gathered in the LA Coliseum and points over to Metallica. NHL stands on the stage with his head down. Noticeably absent is his wife, Sarah Hawthorne, from the stage. Nathan stomps down on the ramp and looks straight up, raising his arms slightly, as he lets out a loud roar. He starts to walk towards the ring.)

JH: "Take a look to the sky just before you die.
It's the last time he will.
Blackened roar, massive roar, fills the crumbling sky.
Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry.
Stranger now are his eyes to this mystery.
He hears the silence so loud.
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be.
Now they see what will be, blinded eyes to see."

JH: "For whom the bell tolls.
Time marches on.
COME ON!"

CROWD: "FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS!"

JH: "Hell yeah!"

(As the band plays the outro for the song, NHL reaches the ring.)

FJ: "Amazing! I can't even think straight right now."

HS: "It's always a treat to have live performances at our shows."

(Nathan climbs the ring steps and slips into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle facing Metallica and points to them as he raises his hands into the air. He then 'bows' to Metallica in a motion of respect. Metallica ends their song on a loud power chord and James walks up to the mic.)

JH: "Fuck yeah, LA! It's always good to take a short trip and play a gig not too from the Bay area. 'Tallica says, 'See Ya!'"

(NHL claps his hands for Metallica's performance and he hops down from the turnbuckle.)

FJ: "I can't even concentrate now. What's going on? We have a match or something?"

HS: "Yes, we do. And during the festivities of his intro, it seemed that Nathan Hawthorne-Lee was very focused and intense. There is a lot riding on the line here in the final main event in the AWA."

FJ: "With people like Brian Stevens and Low about to step into the ring with you, I'd be very intense and focused as well. It will not be an easy walk through the park tonight for any of them."

HS: "No it will not."

FJ: "And seeing now that NHL is going to be a daddy to probably another genetically screwed up child with severe mental problems, I'd like to say that he's probably got a lot more to fight for and probably a few additional distractions as well."

HS: "From what I see on Nathan's face, I don't think he's even thinking about the new child he and his wife will be expecting in nine months."

(The lights slowly die out – one by one – within the Olympic Stadium of the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum and the fans erupt in a MONSTEROUS mixed reaction.)

HS: "Oh my..."

FJ: "HERE WE GO!"

FWWOOOSSHHH!!!

(A HUGE explosion – a wall of fire – explodes on the entrance stage, interrupting the unnerving darkness that had befallen the LA Coliseum. The fans "AHHH!" the flames as the stage piles up with smoke. The wind machine kicks in and the wind starts to swirl and sway like a marionette dancing on the end of one's fingers. Suddenly, the entire top of the upper bowl of the Los Angeles Coliseum EXPLODES in a devastating ring of fire!)

FJ: "Holy sweet goddamn, Summers."

(The fire dies down atop the upper bowl, but never dies as it burns consistently. Finally – suddenly – the gritty opening guitar riff of "Jet Black New Year" plays, but quickly dies out and morphs into the pulsating intro of "Into the Blinding Light." The chaotic and now-vintage red sporadic lights dance and intermingle with white blinding light as we marvel at the calamity onstage. After about eight repetitions of the gritty guitars phased into the pulsating synthesizers, the makeshift intro echoes and lingers until the sultry, raspy voice of a female overtakes the PA System in tribute to the Karsey Street introduction from exactly one year ago.)

"Horror has a face."

BOOM!!!

(More fire explodes from the entrance stage as "Dead Songs" by Thursday pounds away over the PA System. The smoke and wind intensifies to a degree we've never seen before as "The Sensational" Brian Stevens walks out onto the stage to a GIGANTIC ovation. Stevens stands atop the stage and stands among the howling wind and smoke as fire randomly fires off on either side of him.)

HS: "He is a bona fide LEGEND in this sport and perhaps one of the most controversial to boot! Last night, he further solidified his legacy in this company when "Hot Shot" Ray Owens inducted him into the AWA Hall of Fame! He is the two-time former AWA World Heavyweight Champion! The longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion! He is the Punk Rock Phenom! The Strong Style Legend! He is "The Sensational" Brian Stevens!"

FJ: "And beyond the long-winded introduction by you, Herbie, it's no secret that Stevens is dead-set on winning this bad boy tonight. I mean, his pyro was bigger and better than Nathan's!"

(Stevens glares down into the ring with a look of quiet confidence spread across his hood-shadowed face.)

HS: "There are just a few men in this sport that Brian Stevens hasn't beaten in a one-on-one match. The Legendary Low is one of those men as is – through prevailing opinion – Nathan Hawthorne-Lee. Brian Stevens has lost to Low three times, four if you include the Wrestlefest debacle last December. Meanwhile, Nathan Hawthorne-Lee has beaten Stevens four times, has had a no-contest with the Strong Style Legend as well as a very controversial loss."

FJ: "The funny thing is that Stevens had Low pinned in their first meeting, but the referee reversed his decision. The second time, Stevens had the Front Guillotine Choke locked in center ring at KOTK until Low STABBED Stevens with a knife to break the hold. The same thing happened at Last Man Standing. Stevens had Low in the choke and – this time – Low tapped with the intention of breaking the hold. It worked. Stevens broke the choke and Low went on to win."

(Stevens throws back the hood on his ring jacket and pounds his chest twice with his right arm, once with his left before throwing them both wide open as the jacket itself is unzipped and flowing wildly around his cut physique.)

FJ: "The saga between Brian Stevens and NHL began in March of 2005 on Sunday Night Shock over the No Limit Championship. NHL beat Stevens with the SlapShot to retain but Stevens stole the belt. The two had a rematch at Revelations in a Ladder match. NHL won THAT one, too, but Stevens came out on top by assaulting Nathan with the ladder and introducing the world to Nathan's alter ego..."

HS: "Henry."

FJ: "Exactly."

(A smug smirk adorns the lips of the Punk Rock Phenom as he puts his arms down and starts his long walk to the ring. The lights flash manically in whites and reds and bounce off his red war-painted face.)

FJ: "Brian Stevens went on to become the AWA World Heavyweight Champion at the beginning of 2006. However, his reign was cut short by the reemergence of Nathan as the dominant NHL personality. NHL beat Brian Stevens at Vortex 2006 in a Stairway to Hell match to start his first reign as World Champion and Stevens started something of a 'downward spiral' as he watched his longtime girlfriend Jessica Kassle leave him just a week before the match."

HS: "An eight year relationship ended due to Brian's obsession to ruin Nathan Hawthorne-Lee."

FJ: "Brian felt as if Nathan took and ruined everything Stevens loved so "The Sensational One" would return the favor...by taking everything NATHAN loved and rip it out of his life."

HS: "Sarah Hawthorne."

FJ: "In the weeks leading up to their encounter at No More Drama 2006, Brian Stevens had apparently kidnapped the wife of NHL, Sarah Hawthorne. Well, he didn't. Not...exactly, anyways. She left NHL AT No More Drama by stomping on his Good N' Plenty with her High Heels and helping Stevens pin Nathan, starting a decline in life for NATHAN and beginning a nice rebound for Stevens in his career."

(Stevens finally reaches the end of the ramp and stands in front of the ring. The camera circles Stevens as we watch the flames in the upper bowl of the arena kick up again from their status-quo state.)

HS: "Brian Stevens and Sarah Hawthorne had an amazing run together that saw Stevens injure Nathan at the King of the Kage tournament but that run was countered by NHL bringing Jessica Kassle into the fold."

FJ: "And that war looked as if it finally reached its culmination at Classic when Nathan kinda...sorta pinned Stevens by default in their legendary Dog Collar match!"

HS: "The no contest came just weeks ago when Low interfered in their match – the sixth in their series. Stevens put his KOTK contract on the line against NHL's career."

FJ: "Low wanted them both gone and it backfired. Obviously."

(Stevens sprints from his spot and slides under the bottom rope as the lighting changes dramatically. White strobes dance wild and uncoordinated to the mayhem as Stevens kneels center ring in his now-standard pre-match ritual.)

HS: "Many feel Brian Stevens was responsible for the untimely destruction of the AWA due to his blackmail of Travis Gray. Considering that Stevens is up against arguably his two biggest rivals in the AWA and the fans passionate love-hate relationship, where does that put Stevens here tonight?"

FJ: "Stevens doesn't need the fans and he has WAY too much to prove tonight to let either man get into his head and psych him out. HOWEVER, if you watched Stevens the last handful of weeks...something is different. He's not the same man we saw last year. It started at the King of the Kage and matured and progressed throughout the ensuing weeks leading to tonight. Stevens...something inside of him has snapped. Ever since he 'struck the match that set fire to the world' ..."

HS: "The end of the AWA..."

FJ: "He's been very calculating and methodical. He's been dark and borderline psychotic."

HS: "Will that cost Stevens tonight or push him over the edge?"

FJ: "Maybe both. It may give Stevens the edge he needs to win tonight; like at KOTK. However, it might cost him dearly tonight and push him over a DIFFERENT line...and I fear for whatever son of a bitch is in his way once that happens."

(Stevens rises to his feet and the lights in the Stadium return to normal. Stevens slowly jerks his neck side-to-side with his mascara-marred eyes opened and focused. Stevens doesn't pander to the fans, nor does he egg them on. Instead, Stevens slowly removes his ring jacket as "Dead Songs" dies out and he finds his corner with a wicked scowl on his face. Nathan, in his corner opposite of Stevens, is glaring at him. Stevens is glaring back, never once blinking.)

HS: "You can just FEEL the tension in here."

FJ: "Yes, you can. And no, you can't cut it with a damn butter knife."

HS: "Shut up!"

(David Bowie's "The Hearts Filthy Lesson" begins to play and the fans start booing as we all recognize this as one of Low's main themes during his career. The Ameritron shows us scenes from when Low first used this entrance theme. We see him joining Drake Hyde and the rest of the original NHL... beating Atlas Johansson for the AWA Featherweight title... and engaging in his first matches with "Rage" Mortis Valley.)

(The song fades into Iggy Pop's "Drink New Blood" and we see scenes from Low's breakthrough year. We see him beating Black Dragon, Dave Santini and Drake Hyde to win his first King Of The Kage tournament... winning his first World title at Classic 2001... and beating Ray Owens in his first major World title defense.)

("Tilt" by Scott Walker begins to play and we see Low beating Mortis Valley in an Iron Man Match at Madison Square Garden... The Fish inside a steel cage... then King Chozen when both men made their returns... and finally we see several scenes from Low's violent feud with Brian Williams.)

(Orange alarm lights go on and off as we hear the howling opening sounds of Depeche Mode's "A Pain That I'm Used To". The Ameritron shows us how Low defeated Whisper in Hamburg, Germany in one of several career Iron Man Matches... how he betrayed Travis Gray and bought the AWA from under Gray... and how he became King Of The Kage for the second time with a win over Brian Stevens.)

("My Idea Of Fun" by The Stooges then begins to play and we see scenes from Low's final 18 months in the AWA... winning King Of The Kage for the third time... beating Logan again in their Classic 2007 Low Rules Match... and winning his final AWA World title by beating Logan at King Of The Kage 2008.)

(The music fades out and there is a moment of silence and darkness. Then we see a picture of the first woman inducted into the AWA Hall of Fame, accompanied by these words - In Memory of Ramona A. Stone.)

(Then the grandiose sounds of "Ode To Joy" begin to play and the Coliseum is spotlighted by several orange laser lights. As the music goes full-force, the arena is illuminated in a bright orange light. Orange fireworks go off at each side of the ramp, as well as each side of the stage. One by one the fireworks work their way towards the entrance area in the center of the stage. As they reach their destination, one HUGE orange explosion shakes the arena's foundation. The boos intensify as The Legendary Low steps out onto the stage. Displaying the black and orange robe allegedly given to him by Ric Flair, Low spreads his arms and slowly spins around.)

HS: "What seems like an homage to 'The Man', Ric Flair, Low is styling and profiling as he heads towards the ring."

FJ: "He is the quintessential AWA World Heavyweight Champion of all time. He's held the title twelve times, for 691 days - including today - and is synonymous with the strap. Tonight he takes on two men he's beaten in the past. It's been well documented that he's defeated Stevens multiple times. It's been documented that he's beaten NHL about as many times as NHL has beaten him. Tonight he looks to even the score from Wrestlefest VIII and defeat NHL and become the final AWA World Heavyweight Champion, ending his reign today, 8 years to the day, from when he first joined the AWA."

(As an orange firework rain almost looks like a curtain between Low and the Ameritron, Low starts walking down the ramp, grinning and mocking some of the fans he passes.)

HS: "This will be, arguably, one of the toughest matches Low has ever competed in. It's not going to be a 'hardcore' match. It's not going to be a 'beat him badly until he can't get up'. It's going to be three of the best and toughest sons of bitches in the AWA going toe to toe to toe in an effort to see who's the best."

FJ: "This is Low's living room. This is an event he doesn't lose at. He's simply unstoppable at Classic, never losing a match here. He's facing an opponent who defeats wrestlers in their comfort zones. Tonight we're in Low's comfort zone. We're on his couch. Does NHL have what it takes to defeat Low? Or will he upset Low and get him stuck in the cushions or something."

HS: "Frank, you lost me."

FJ: "I know. I ruined it. I didn't have anything catchy anymore. Does anyone have the location of the Failboat that was posted in that one thread NHL showed earlier in the week? I think I need to take a trip in it."

(The arena looks like an orange sea as Low reaches the ring. He slowly walks up the steps and draws some more boos as he arrogantly smiles to the crowd. He enters the ring and spreads his arms and circles around the ring, soaking up every single boo in the arena, as his music quiets down.)

HS: "As we see Low remove his robe, we see NHL and Brian Stevens now turning their glances to Low and back to one another. Low, with the World Heavyweight championship still around his waist, is looking back at them."

(Low takes off his World title and stares at it for a long moment. He hands the belt to Chuck Ford who walks over to Nathan Hawthorne-Lee and shows him the title. NHL looks down at the belt before nodding to Ford. Ford them walks over to Stevens and shows him the belt. Stevens just stares at Ford who walks away with an uncomfortable look on his face. Chuck Ford holds the title as Nick Edwards begins to announce the main event.)

NE: "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your MAIN EVENT and is for the AWA World Heavyweight Championship! This match will be contested under triangle/elimination rules. Three opponents will enter this match at the same time. A pinfall, submission, or disqualification can eliminate a competitor from the match. The first opponent: from Scranton, Pennsylvania. He weighs in at 239 1/2 pounds. He stands 6'4" tall. He is NATHAN HAWTHOOORNE-LLEEEEE!"

(NHL tips his head from side to side, cracking his neck. The crowd cheers.)

NE: "The second opponent: from St. Paul, Minnesota. He weighs in at 234 3/4 pounds. He stands 6'2" tall. He is THE SENSATIONAAALLLLL BRIAN STEEEEEVVEENNNNSS!"

(Brian doesn't move from his position as he stares a hole through both NHL and Low. The crowd cheers mildly and boos mildly.)

NE: "And the third opponent: from New York City, New York. He weighs in at 243 1/4 pounds. He stands 6'2" tall. He is your AWA World Heavyweight Champion! He is THE LEGENDARYY LLLOOOOOOWW!"

(Low takes step out and looks out at the crowd. The crowd mainly boos Low, but some cheer.)

FJ: "COME ON ALREADY!"

(Referee Chuck Ford calls for the bell and the final AWA pay-per-view main event is underway.)

FJ: "Thank you!"

(Stevens, Low and NHL are circling each other, all looking very intense. The three men trash-talk each other and get closer and closer, albeit very slowly. Suddenly, Low nails Stevens with a right fist to the face and the match is on as Stevens and Low engage in an exchange of fists. NHL takes a moment and observes his two enemies going at it, but as Stevens gets the upper hand, Low staggers back and into NHL. Low turns around and now it's him and NHL exchanging fists. NHL also gains the upper hand and he grounds Low with a kick to his kneecaps and a dropkick. Low is quick to regain his footing, however, but NHL quickly send him over the top rope and out of the ring with a clothesline.)

HS: "And now it's NHL and Stevens, just like two years ago!"

(Stevens grins at Nathan and the two exchange fists now. NHL ducks one of Stevens' fists, reaches around his waist and then pushes him into the corner. There NHL repeatedly rams his shoulder into Stevens' stomach, then follows up with more punches. NHL then Irish whips Stevens into the ropes, but whatever NHL attempted to do is countered by Stevens' Jushin Liger-inspired rolling kuppo kick. Stevens pulls NHL up and hits three consecutive European uppercuts. On the outside, we see Low on his knees, looking over the apron, waiting for his time to strike.)

HS: "What is Low doing there? Is he afraid to get involved?"

FJ: "Yeah, like he always was! Come on, Herb, he's doing what he does best - picking his spots!"

(In the ring, Stevens goes to Irish whip NHL, but NHL reverses and shoots Stevens into the ropes. As Stevens rebounds, NHL picks him up and connects with an Arn Anderson-style spinebuster. NHL mounts Stevens and nails him with forearms to the head. The referee tells NHL to get off of Stevens, but NHL refuses and the referee sees himself forced to intervene, as he pulls NHL off and backs him up against the ropes.)

HS: "Remember, fans, this is no-disqualification, however, it is also a Triangle Match contested under elimination rules. Therefore referee Chuck Ford can eliminate a wrestler from this match if he sees fit."

(Low seizes the moment and pulls NHL by the feet out of the ring. He grabs NHL by the head and slams him face-first into the ringsteps, then a second time, then a third time, before sliding back into the ring. Stevens is just getting to his knees again and doesn't realize that Low is right behind him. As Stevens is on one knee, Low viciously kicks him in the back of the head, sending Stevens back to the mat. Low pulls Stevens' head up and connects with a series of Kawada kicks. He pulls Stevens up and then hits a belly-to-back suplex. NHL slides back into the ring, but Low grabs his head and nails him with a series of Kawada kicks as well. Low then mounts NHL and connects with a series of fists.)

HS: "And the World Champion is taking early control here."

(Stevens lies on the ring canvas and looks over at Low and Nathan going at it. Low stops with a final knee to Nathan's midsection and lands an implant DDT. With Nathan out on the mat after the barrage from Low, Stevens chop blocks Low just as Low was turning around to focus on Stevens. Stevens mounts Low and starts to nail stiff shots to Low's face. Stevens follows up with a few knees to Low's midsection while still mounting the World Champion. Stevens gets to his feet, bringing Low with him, and lands a Perfectplex. Stevens gets to his feet and reaches for Low, but Nathan is there to spear Stevens to the mat. Stevens rolls out of the ring and Nathan goes for a cover on Low.)

HS: "Ford makes the count! ONE...TWO- And Low kicks out after two."

FJ: "Boy, this is one intense battle."

(Nathan pulls Low to his feet and whips him into the ropes. NHL connects with a clothesline that puts Low to the mat once more. NHL hops onto the second turnbuckle and leaps off, looking for a leg drop. Low rolls out of the way and NHL misses. Momentarily distracted, Low hits a Kawada kick straight to NHL's head, blowing him sideways. Low goes for a cover.)

FJ: "ONE...TWO.- OH! NHL kicks out! Man, that was a stiff Kawada kick straight to his noggin."

HS: "I don't think any man will allow much of anything to get in his way for the chance to be called the final AWA World Heavyweight Champion."

(Low brings NHL to his feet and sets up for a piledriver. Stevens rolls into the ring and grapples Low from behind and hits a belly-to-back suplex. Stevens gets to his feet, but NHL kicks Stevens in the gut and nails an implant DDT. NHL gets up to his feet, but Low is there to greet him with a bulldog. Low goes for a cover, but it's quickly broken up by Stevens, who hits a stiff kick to the side of Low's head.)

HS: "And there's one way to break up a pinfall attempt."

FJ: "Interesting strategy by Stevens. I wonder why he broke it up?"

(Their question is soon answered as Stevens mounts NHL and wraps his hands around Nathan's throat. Nathan tries to remove Brian's hands, but they're gripped on there tight!)

HS: "He's choking Nathan! It's an illegal hold, but legal by the rules of this match."

FJ: "Brian did say he wanted to asphyxiate them both tonight. Here's promise number one about to be kept."

(Under the choke for about twenty seconds, Nathan starts to hammer onto Brian's arms. He then tries to pull up his fingers, but they're wrapped up tight. Nathan grabs a hold of a finger and snaps back. Brian pulls his hand up and screams out in pain. Distracted enough, Nathan is able to push Stevens off him.)

FJ: "Damn! NHL just dislocated Brian's left middle finger!"

HS: "Oh, gosh. That's grotesque!"

(Stevens, on one knee, is hunched over his hand. He grabs a hold of the finger and snaps it back into place. Nathan is seen visibly wincing from the sound as is most of the ringside audience. Stevens moves his fingers and shakes his hand, but then Low comes into view with a boot to Stevens' head.)

FJ: "And here comes Low to return the favor!"

(Low is then tackled out of the ring by NHL and the two land on the apron and then fall out and onto the floor. Low is stirring a bit, but NHL isn't as Low landed on top of him. Low gets to his feet and grabs NHL by the head and bounces his head off the apron. Low hops up onto the apron and then onto the top turnbuckle. He leaps off, hitting a leg drop on Stevens in the ring.)

FJ: "Can I get some Manhattan Jam on my bagel, please?"

(Low then mounts Stevens, while now on his stomach, and latches on a Fujiwara armbar. Stevens fights to throw off Low, but Low's full body weight is pressed onto Stevens back. Stevens, with his free arm, pulls himself across the ring. The crowd begins to roar and cheer. Low applies more pressure to Stevens' arm and Brian stops pulling himself forward. What Low doesn't know is that the roars from the crowd aren't for him. They're for NHL. Nathan's mounted the turnbuckle to Low's right. Low doesn't see that NHL is there and he applies more pressure to Stevens' arm. NHL leaps off, hitting a missile drop kick, and knocking Low out of the hold. Nathan is down from the impact from the dropkick being so Low. Stevens rolls backwards and lays on top of Low.)

HS: "Here's a pin! ONE...TWO.- And a kickout by the World Heavyweight Champion."

(Stevens rolls off Low and looks over at NHL. He crawls over and pins NHL, hooking the legs.)

FJ: "And another pin! ONE...TW- Chuck Ford stops the pin."

HS: "Great ring presence by NHL finding that bottom rope and grabbing it with his left hand."

(Stevens gets off NHL, who's on his stomach now. Stevens seizes the opportunity and applies a Muta lock. Nathan looks for the ropes, but they're a few feet away. Nathan tries to pull himself towards them while Stevens wrenches on the head, neck, and shoulders of NHL with that submission hold. Into the frame comes Low and he hits a hard slap across the exposed abdomen of Brian Stevens. Brian immediately releases the hold as Low looks down smiling. Low picks up Stevens and applies a simple armbar. Stevens reaches around behind him trying to get an advantage to get Low off him. A red hand print can be seen forming across Stevens' stomach. In comes Nathan who hits a super kick across the head of Low. Stevens take the opportunity to hit an Ace Crusher on Low and goes for the cover.)

FJ: "And Stevens rolls up Low for the pin. ONE...TWO- Rope break by Low."

HS: "I'm amazed Low was able to know that was a ring rope in front of him after that one-two combo by NHL and Brian Stevens."

(Stevens gets up and hits a nasty palm strike on Nathan's head. Nathan sits down on the mat in a momentary daze as Stevens goes back to Low. Grabbing Low by his left hand, he's dragged away from the ropes where Stevens applies an STO. As Low struggles with the hold, NHL comes back into the scene and kicks Stevens in the head. Stevens, releasing the hold, falls to the mat. NHL grabs Stevens and pulls him out of the ring. The two collapse on the floor below. Nathan picks Stevens up and Irish whips him into the steel steps, but Stevens counters, sending NHL on a date with the unforgiving structure. The stairs explode on impact, and NHL lies amidst the wreckage.)

HS: "Ouch! I think that'll leave a mark."

FJ: "This match will probably shorten life spans, Herb. I doubt that Nathan will see his child make it to one year old from this match."

HS: "That may be true."

(Inside the ring, Low is now kneeling on the mat, catching his breath, and is looking out as Stevens pulls NHL to his feet. Stevens whips NHL into the guard rail and NHL slumps to the ground, clutching his left shoulder. Stevens walks up and hits a sharp and stiff kick to the side of NHL's head, sandwiching it between his foot and the soft foam of the strong steel rail. Stevens rips at the guard rail and lifts it up into the air, ripping one side from its attachment to its connector. Nathan falls underneath the guard rail and Stevens looks down, smiling. He lifts up with all of his might on the heavy piece of wood and drives it down on NHL's face!)

FJ: "Holy crap! I think NHL's dead!"

(Nathan brings his hands up to his face, but Stevens kicks them away and slams the guard rail down once more. A small cut is forming on NHL's forehead and some blood is seen trickling out. Stevens lifts again and slams it down on NHL's face. Nathan turns his head as Stevens drives it down again, hitting NHL's cheek and temple and sandwiching his head between the concrete of the Memorial Coliseum floor and the wooden guard rail. Stevens starts to repeatedly slam it down. Up and down. Cuts are forming all along the left side of Nathan's face.)

HS: "This is madness!"

FJ: "THIS IS SPARTA!"

HS: "I'm being serious, Frank! This is ridiculous! Someone has to stop this."

(Low is in the ring, gathering strength and looking on as Stevens attempts to take out a joint problem in Nathan Hawthorne-Lee.)

FJ: "Brian Stevens said during the week that he wouldn't try to bring back Henry - if Henry still even exists. He was going to crush Nathan's skull until it's flat like a pancake!"

(The "Sensational One" is stopped by a few fans, attempting to save Nathan's life. One fan even strikes Stevens. That's the only excuse he needs before landing a stiff palm strike on the one, fat fan and down she goes. Stevens throws the barrier down, and it lands on the now unconscious fan. Several other fans start to throw popcorn and beer all over Stevens - and NHL by consequence of proximity - but Stevens ignores them this time. He drags away the limp body of his 'brother' and stops by the ring post near where the pieces of the ring steps used to be. NHL's face is badly bruised. Blood is coming from a exposed wounds on his left cheek and left temple. Blood is also seen coming out of a gash in his forehead.)

HS: "It's like one half of his face is scarred and mutilated. He's half covered in blood."

FJ: "It's a great metaphor to the duality inside NHL's mind. Henry and Nathan now prominently displayed for all to see."

(Stevens reaches down to pick up Nathan, but is struck across the back and shoulders with a steel chair by Low.)

HS: "And Low's on the attack!"

FJ: "And rested."

(Low unleashes a flurry of chair shots across the back and shoulders of Brian Stevens. After five more shots, Low drops the chair across the back and right shoulder of Brian Stevens. Low leaps into the air and double stomps on the chair on Stevens' back. Low walks off and picks up the chair. He swings it down once more and tosses it aside. He looks down at NHL who's starting to mildly stir around. Low picks up Stevens and throws him into the ring. Chuck Ford is outside the ring checking on NHL. He calls down for some medical assistance and two trainers rush towards ringside.)

HS: "It seems that NHL is in bad shape."

(On their way to the ring, Low slides out and shoulder tackles one of the trainers into the guard rail. The other one stops dead in his tracks and Low advances. The other trainer drops his bag and runs up the ramp, away from Low. Low reaches down and grabs the bag and rolls into the ring. He unzips it and dumps the contents into the ring. There's some gauze, medical tape, band-aids, peroxide, a few syringes, cotton, Q-tips, some ace bandage, and some vials of clear liquid. Low grabs the ace bandage and walks over to Stevens. He unravels the ace bandage and wraps it around Stevens' throat. Low steps on Stevens back and pulls up on the ace bandage and Stevens flails about trying to get Low off him. Chuck Ford sees this and slides into the ring. He admonishes Low for using the ace bandage and threatens to disqualify him. Low drops the bandage and stares at Ford. Low kicks him in the gut and lands a Low Stunner.)

FJ: "STUNNER ON FORD!!"

HS: "Low could be disqualified for that!"

FJ: "Not anymore. Ford's out COLD!"

(Low turns around and is greeted by a boot to the face by NHL!)

FJ: "NHL's back?!"

(Indeed. Low gets to his feet, but NHL, dripping blood from his face, nails a neckbreaker on Low. Low bounces on the mat and rolls out of the ring. He collapses on the mats near the apron and crawls partially under the ring. Meanwhile, Nathan grabs Stevens by the legs and sets up for an elevated Boston crab. Once locked in, Stevens starts to writhe in pain. He throws away the ace bandage and crawls towards the ring ropes. Stevens makes it to the ropes and grabs a hold, but the referee's down. There's no official rope break. NHL keeps the hold locked in and Stevens starts to slam his fists down on the apron, trying to rally up some strength to keep going. From the left of the screen, we see Low walk up to Stevens and starts to stab something into his face.)

FJ: "What the hell is that?"

(A fork. Blood starts to trickle out of the small holes being made in the face of Stevens from the fork. NHL, unaware that Low is doing the dastardly deed, is still keeping the move locked in. Low tosses the fork aside and starts to hammer hard rights into the face of Stevens, opening up the wounds even more.)

FJ: "It appears that Low's taken a page from Stevens' book. Well played."

HS: "And Stevens usually takes that page from Abdullah the Butcher's book."

FJ: "I guess it's fair play."

(Nathan turns around and sees Low pounding away on Stevens. NHL releases the hold and attempts a baseball slide, but Low sidesteps the move. He kicks NHL in the gut and hits a Low Stunner on NHL. NHL is now lying on the mat at ringside. Low walks up to the time keeper and pushes him off his seat. Low grabs the chair and folds it up. He walks over to NHL and cracks the chair over his back. Nathan winces in pain and drops to the ground. Low unloads a few more shots into Nathan's back before discarding the chair. He grabs NHL's left arm and applies a Fujiwara armbar, softening up the shoulder. Nathan, with all of his might, pushes up with his dominant right arm enough to shake Low off his back. Low slides off just enough for Nathan to break free of the hold.)

FJ: "Wow! What strength and determination by NHL."

(Meanwhile inside the ring we see Chuck Ford starting to come around. Stevens is also getting to his feet. He slides out of the ring as Chuck Ford surveys the situation, still a little wobbly and uncertain of what just happened. He sticks his head through the top and middle ropes and yells at the guys to get back into the ring. Stevens attacks Low from behind with a knee straight to the kidneys. Low arches backwards and lands on the Spanish announce table. Stevens grabs Low by the head and smashes it off the table and Low grabs his face as he backs away. Stevens grabs Low's head again and smashes it into the table. Low drops to one knee as Stevens hits a knee straight to the head of Low. Low drops to his back and grabs his head. Stevens looks over at NHL and picks him up. Stevens grabs Nathan from behind and latches in a half Nelson.)

HS: "Brian Stevens has that half Nelson locked in. NHL is trying to free himself from the maneuver, but to no luck."

FJ: "Yeah, and then Nathan will tap out like a little girl."

(Stevens lifts NHL into the air, but NHL blocks what appears to be a half Nelson suplex. Stevens tries one more time, but Nathan doesn't budge. Nathan leans backwards, grabbing Stevens' head, and then lunges forwards, taking Stevens over his shoulder and landing face first into the Spanish announce table, breaking through and hitting the concrete. The monitors from the table are sparking a bit, but soon die. The blood from Stevens' forehead is leaving a small pool where his head is lying. Nathan wipes some blood from his face before surveying the situation briefly.)

HS: "What a disgusting sight. Nathan's lucky to even being able to see from his left eye with all of that blood coagulating on his face."

(Nathan reaches down under the ring and pulls out a lead pipe. Low comes from behind and grabs the pipe out of his hand and swings it into Nathan's midsection. Low then swings it at NHL's left arm a bit before Nathan traps Low's arm with the pipe between his side and his arm. Nathan headbutts Low and grabs the pipe out of his hand. Dazed for only a second, NHL takes the pipe and strikes Low in the head with it. Low drops to his knees as he holds his face. Nathan takes the pipe and cracks Low on the back of the head and then on the front of his head one more time. NHL drops the pipe and picks up the chair that Low used before from the time keeper. He swing sit forward, nailing Low in the face. Low tried to block it, but it was too late. Low lies on the ground as blood starts to seep from a gash above his right eye.)

FJ: "That impact was intense! Low's KO'd on the outside of the ring."

HS: "And senior referee Chuck Ford doesn't know what to make of this situation."

(NHL grabs Low by the head and rolls him into the ring. His orange hair is starting to turn red from the blood as Nathan lays the boots to Low. Nathan drops down to his knees and locks in the Sudden Death on Low.)

HS: "SUDDEN DEATH! This was the move that NHL used to defeat Low at Wrestlefest VIII!"

FJ: "Will history repeat itself once more?"

(Low reaches his arm out a bit, but can't find the ropes. He's close, but he can't find them. Chuck Ford is asking Low if he submits to the move, but Low refuses. He tries to swing at Nathan, but misses. NHL can be seen applying more pressure and as the pressure gets more intense around the head and neck of Low, the more the blood is coming out of the gash created by NHL. Low swings out a leg and catches the bottom rope. Low shifts around and as much as NHL tries, he can't move away from the ropes, or that'll put Low's right hand closer to the ropes. Low's feet eventually find the bottom rope and the referee calls for a break. NHL cleanly breaks the hold after two seconds go by.)

FJ: "NHL almost had Low in that move, but Low, the smarter of the three, found the ropes and forced a break."

HS: "And with smarts like that, it's how Low's been able to stick around as our World champion for 12 times. And I'm sure if the AWA were to continue, NHL and Brian Stevens would have continued to show those smarts that we all know they have as well."

(NHL slides away from Low and starts to pull himself to his feet. But, from behind, Stevens, now conscious, stabs NHL in the back with the empty syringe from the medical kit Low stole from a trainer. Nathan quickly drops to his knees and reaches behind his back to pull out the piece of medical equipment. Stevens talks Low and as soon as Low gets to his feet, Stevens swoops in like a vulture for an Ace Crusher. Low counters the move and hits a Low Stunner instead.)

FJ: "And Low beats Stevens at his own game. Low did that move looooong before Stevens was ever a glimmer in Gray's eye."

HS: "But a valiant effort by the Punk Rock Phenom. Overall, I'd say that Brian Stevens has had a great showing tonight thus far. He's followed through on a couple of promises he's made to NHL and Low. Low's played this smart, but has fallen victim to NHL and Stevens. From the looks of things, it would appear that Nathan was at the receiving end of a lot of punishment, but he's also caught both Stevens and Low off guard with some creative counters of his own."

FJ: "Yeah, it's a good match thus far. A lot better than I was expecting it to be. But, there's violence and I LOVE violence."

(Low rips the syringe out of NHL's back and Nathan cries out from the harshness of it. Low walks up to Stevens and stabs him in the leg with the syringe.)

HS: "And in what appears to be an homage to their battle at King of the Kage in 2007, Low's stabbed Stevens in the leg. Only this time it's with a syringe instead of a knife."

FJ: "That Low sure is quite the innovator."

(Stevens rips the syringe out of his thigh and tosses aside meanwhile NHL rolls out of the ring and lifts up the ring apron looking for something. Low makes a quick cover on Stevens.)

HS: "ONE...TWO.- And Brian Stevens gets his shoulder up after the two."

FJ: "Low may be trying to add further fatigue to Brian Stevens."

HS: "An interesting strategy and one that I'm sure everyone is trying to emulate right now as it seems that this could turn into a real iron man soon."

FJ: "Wait! What's that in NHL's hand?"

HS: "Oh my god!"

(Nathan has pulled out a length of thick chain from under the ring. It appears to only be a couple of feet long, but Nathan is entering the ring with this chain. As Chuck Ford tends to Stevens to see if he's ok to continue, Nathan clubs Low over the back with the chain. Low falls forward and hits Ford AGAIN, only this time it's inadvertent. Ford lies next to Stevens who looks over and sees Nathan with the chain. But before he can react, he's met with a string of chain to the face. Nathan hits Stevens a few more times with the chain before wrapping it around his neck and squeezing the chain, closing off air and blood to Stevens' head.)

HS: "And now it appears that Nathan is doing an homage to his match against Stevens in Classic 2006 - the famous Dog Collar match!"

FJ: "Poor Stevens. He's been getting the back and forth from Low and Nathan."

(NHL releases the chain and hits it across Stevens' back before tossing it aside. He reaches down and covers Stevens for a pinfall, but there's no referee to count. Nathan slams his hand down on the mat in the "ONE...TWO...THREE" motion and the crowd counts along. Suddenly, down from the back, we see senior official George McGreggor slide into the ring.)

HS: "McGreggor counts! ONE...TWO...T- OH MY GOD! STEVENS KICKED OUT! STEVENS KICKED OUT!"

FJ: "Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

(Nathan pins Stevens again...)

FJ: "ONE...TWO.- Stevens kicks out again!"

HS: "Nathan is forcing Stevens to use extra energy in hopes to wear him down enough where Stevens is unable to kick out of a pinfall attempt."

(Nathan gets up, but is blasted across the back with the chain by Low!)

FJ: "Paybacks are a bitch, aren't they?"

(Nathan drops to the mat as Low lays away on NHL's upper back with the chain. Low reaches back and swings down once more onto NHL's back. We can see red streaks where the chain is connecting. From behind, Stevens grabs Low and rolls him up.)

HS: "Roll up! ONE...TWO.- Low kicks out!"

FJ: "I think it's getting into a desperate period here. All three of these men have put nearly every strategy they've had into this match and there are STILL three people in the match."

HS: "I think each man has more strategies left in their tank. After all, this is a wrestling match and we haven't seen much real wrestling since the beginning."

(Nathan, Stevens, and Low are all on the mat. McGreggor checks all three men and begins his 10 count. ONE...)

HS: "These men are down and are being counted down by referee George McGreggor. It may be possible that we see a knock out here and this match ends in a draw. However unlikely it may be, with this match being a triangle match, it is still possible for the referee to call this match if the competitors cannot answer the call of ten."

GM: "FOUR!"

FJ: "This match can't end like this! GET UP! SOMEONE! ANYONE!"

GM: "SIX!"

(...SEVEN. Low grabs the ropes and pulls himself up to his feet. EIGHT. Stevens is on one knee getting up to his second foot. Meanwhile, Nathan is on his knees. NINE. Nathan stands up as fast as he can and McGreggor discontinues his count. Low rushes Nathan, but NHL grabs Low and hits a belly-to-belly suplex. He gets up to his feet, but he's met with a Mafia kick. Stevens mounts Nathan, but he's hit in the back with a Kawada kick by Low. Low's tripped up by Nathan as Nathan attempts to lock in the Penalty, but Low's near the ropes and the move is quickly broken up. Nathan grabs Low by the head and pulls him up to his feet, but he's low blowed by Low. Nathan, bent over, is met by Stevens who nails a Shinning Wizard on NHL. Stevens goes for a pinfall...)

HS: "ONE...TWO...TH- Kickout! Nathan kicks out and is still alive in this contest."

(Stevens, agitated, gets to his feet, but is met by Low who nails his version of the Backstabber called the Lung Blower. Low attempts a pinfall on Stevens...)

HS: "ONE...TWO...THR- Oh my! Stevens just barely gets his shoulder up!"

FJ: "Each one of these men wants this win in the worst way. Low wants this win to produce a fitting end to the AWA and his career. Stevens wants it to shut up his harshest critics about his legendary World title run. Nathan wants this win so he show his critics that he's still a dangerous element."

(Nathan gets to his feet and keeps an eye on Low. Nathan bounces off the ropes and meets, in time, Low and nails a swinging neckbreaker. Nathan applies an Indian Deathlock and Low is writhing in pain and attempting to find the ropes to break the hold. Low reaches out, but is about a foot away. He drops his arm and clenches his fists. He moves over to the ropes a little bit more and reaches out, but is a few inches away. Low clenches his fists again and raises his right arm. His fist is flat and it looks like he's going to tap out. Low lunges forward and grabs the bottom rope. NHL cleanly breaks instantly.)

FJ: "It looked like Low was going to tap!"

HS: "It seemed that Nathan almost had the match down to two people."

(Stevens is back in the game and nails Nathan with a kick to the back of the head, then takes him over with a backdrop driver. He covers, but Nathan kicks out at two. Low is slowly getting back up and Stevens now stalks him. As he turns around, Stevens grabs him, drops down and applies the Front Guillotine Choke to the loud cheers of the crowd, but before Stevens can put it on 100%, Low rolls over and covers Stevens. Stevens, however, kicks out at two.)

HS: "Stevens was going for the kill here, but Low was able to counter."

FJ: "You simply cannot count on anything to put Low away."

(Both men are back up and Stevens once again goes for the Front Guillotine Choke, but Low holds on and sends Stevens over with a Northern lights suplex for another two-count. Stevens seems stunned by the move and struggles to regain his footing. Low charges him and goes for a spear. Low connects, but Stevens is able to hold on and drive Low DDT-like into the mat, and NOW he has the Front Guillotine Choke applied 100%!)

HS: "He's got the Choke! He's got it! Will Low be forced to tap?"

FJ: "Don't eliminate him! Low, don't tap!"

(Low is trying to reach the ropes, but he's too far away. it's obvious that he is fading away, as the movements of his arm become weaker and weaker, but suddenly Nathan's foot shoots into view and he punts Stevens right into the head, breaking up the hold.)

FJ: "Why would that idiot do that? Stevens had Low all but eliminated!"

HS: "Here is why - he sees his chance to get rid of Stevens!"

(And indeed, Nathan quickly grabs Stevens, lifts him up and hits the SlapShot brainbuster! Nathan covers!)

HS: "ONE!... TWO!... THRE-! NO! Stevens kicked out at the last split-second!"

FJ: "Business is picking up here, folks!"

(Nathan can't believe it, but doesn't waste any time. He picks Stevens up again, this time for a power bomb. Before he sends Stevens down, though, he runs halfway across the ring for a running power bomb. Cover gets one... two... and Stevens grabs the bottom rope just before three. Nathan goes to pick Stevens up, but Stevens suddenly explodes and nails Nathan with another palm strike. He covers and gets one... two... KICKOUT! As Stevens gets back up Low is waiting for him and goes for another Low Stunner, but this time Stevens is the one to counter it as he hits the Ace Crusher. Stevens covers and gets one... two... thre-! NO! Low drapes his leg over the bottom rope.)

FJ: "Phew, this was close."

HS: "Indeed, everybody is trying to put everybody away now."

(Nathan comes up from behind and throws Stevens over the top rope and out of the ring. He pulls Low up, but Low, like Stevens before him, surprises NHL by struggling free and hitting him with a uraken spinning backward punch. Nathan drops like a tree. Low tries to seize the moment as he climbs to the top rope and comes off with the Highest Low frog splash. He covers and gets one... two... THREE! NO! Nathan kicks out JUST before the referee hits three. Low can't believe it.)

HS: "Low seems to be frustrated."

FJ: "Don't argue with the damn ref, Low!"

(But Low doesn't heed Frank's warning as he engages in a verbal exchange with McGreggor. As Low and McGreggor argue, Nathan comes up from behind and applies a crossface chickenwing on Low. Low is struggling and can't reach the ropes. However, he takes Nathan over with a hiptoss-like maneuver. Stevens is back in the ring and charges Low, but Low grabs Stevens and takes him down for another Fujiwara armbar, but this time Stevens rolls through, takes Low down and applies a Fujiwara armbar of his own.)

HS: "And this time Stevens had Low scouted."

FJ: "Well, Stevens is no dummy."

(This time, though, Low is able to reach the ropes and McGreggor tells Stevens to release the hold, which Stevens does. As Stevens is back on his feet, Nathan surprises him from behind and applies a naked rear choke.)

FJ: "Erotic asphyxiation!"

HS: "Shut up, Frank!"

(NHL, though, put himself in an awkward position and McGreggor actually counts his shoulders down, so that Nathan has to release the choke and kick out after a two-count. Nathan also has a few words for McGreggor, but quickly turns his attention back towards Low. That short distraction, though, was all that Low needed, as he pulls Nathan down and applies the All-Time Low.)

FJ: "Tap, Nathan, TAAAAAAAAAP!"

HS: "Low with the All-Time Low, a move known as the Border City Stretch. Will that be enough to eliminate NHL?"

(It might be, but Nathan doesn't want it to be. He fights the All-Time Low, gets onto all fours and manages to place a couple of fists in Low's ribcage. As both men are back up, NHL lifts Low up and hits the SlapShot!)

HS: "SlapShot! SlapShot! SlapShot!"

(Before Nathan can cover, Stevens spins him around and connects with the North Star Driver. Stevens crawls over to Low and covers him, but Low kicks out just before three. Stevens then covers Nathan, with the same result.)

HS: "Stevens wanted to kill both flies with one stone here."

FJ: "I think he really just wanted to finally pin Low."

(Stevens now grabs Low, who had turned onto his stomach, and starts nailing him with knees to the head.)

HS: "Ultimate knee strikes by Stevens."

FJ: "But Low counters!"

(Low is able to block a few knee strikes and then spins out of the position. He grabs Stevens' arm and goes for the Low Standard, but Stevens manages to roll through and get to his feet. Low takes him down, however, with another Fujiwara armbar, but then immediately tries for the Low Standard again. Stevens manages to turn on his back, escaping the Low Standard, but Low instead tries to apply the Low Profile. Stevens blocks Low's foot and then kicks him to the ground, getting back to his feet in one swift movement. Stevens now seemingly wants to mock Low by going for a Low Profile/Scorpion Deathlock himself, but Low reaches up and pulls Stevens down by one arm. He turns him around, mounts him and starts raining forearms onto Stevens head!)

FJ: "Low's in a bloodrush! Bloodrush!"

HS: "This is how he defeated Stevens at Last Man Standing 2006!"

(Hence why Stevens has scouted Low. Stevens somehow manages to spin out of the position and pulls Low up with him. He lifts him up and hits the North Star Driver!)

HS: "And listen to the fans!"

FJ: "he hit the North Star Driver with full force. It seems like Stevens wants to apply the Front Guillotine Choke again and finish Low!"

(And that's exactly what it appears to be. As Low is on all fours, Stevens moves in and applies the Front Guillotine Choke. He applies it and Low seems to be fading fast.)

HS: "Low is struggling! The North Star Driver took a lot out of him and now he's gasping for air!"

FJ: "But he's trying to reach the ropes."

(Low indeed doesn't seem to have much left, but with whatever he's got left he inches towards the ropes and finally is able to grab the bottom rope. The referee tells Stevens to release the Choke, but Stevens refuses to do so.)

HS: "Stevens doesn't want to release the Choke. Just like he said, he wants to brutalize Low more than he wants to win the World title."

(McGreggor finally steps in and manages to pull Stevens off of Low. Stevens then drags the limb body of Low into the middle of the ring, apparently wanting to apply the Front Guillotine Choke again, when suddenly Nathan comes up from behind and takes Stevens over with a German suplex into a bridge. McGreggor counts one... two... three!)

HS: "What!?!?"

FJ: "Stevens is gone! He's out! NHL eliminated him!"

HS: "Stevens can't believe it and neither can we nor the fans, but NHL surprised him and took advantage of his obsession with Low!"

(A stunned Stevens - holding the back of his head - sits on his knees with a look of shock and disbelief on his face. The crowd is stunned as well and reacts with a LOUD mixture of cheers and boos. Stevens and NHL lock eyes as they stare each other down, but McGreggor tells Stevens to get out of the ring. Several other AWA officials appear at ringside and Stevens finally leaves the ring.)

HS: "After everything that these men have thrown at each other, after all the signature moves hit and countered, Nathan used a move Stevens didn't expect and eliminated him with a German suplex."

FJ: "And now it is Low and Nathan!"

(Nathan doesn't waste too much time looking at the commotion surrounding Stevens. He turns his attention back towards Low, who is still lifeless on his stomach in the middle of the ring. Nathan now seemingly wants to seal the deal. We can read his lips - "Sudden Death". He walks over to Low and pulls him up a bit so he can turn him around for the triangle choke he calls the Sudden Death, but suddenly Low rolls him up with a small package! One... two... thre-NOO! Nathan kicks out! Both men are back on their feet, but Low stuns Nathan with a chop right to his throat. He then grabs Nathan and rams him shoulder-first into the steel ringpost. As Nathan staggers back into the middle of the ring, Low pulls him down, applies a crossface chickenwing and then combines that with a camel clutch.)

FJ: "Low Standard! Low has him in the Low Standard!"

HS: "No one has ever escaped from that hold!"

(Nathan is fighting, as Low has it applied in the middle of the ring. Nathan is trying to get up and throw Low off balance, but to no avail.)

HS: "Nathan's shoulder was weakened earlier by Low, but Nathan is holding onto dear life!"

(Both Low and NHL are screaming, NHL from the pain and Low from the exhaustion. Nathan tries to fight the Low Standard once more, trying to somehow spin out of it, but Low holds on like a bulldog. Finally, Nathan has no choice but to tap out.)

HS: "It's over! It's over!"

FJ: "The Legendary Low retains the title! Low has won the final match in AWA history!"

(An exhausted Low releases the hold and drops to the mat. Nathan holds his shoulder. The crowd boos, but also applauds the effort of all three men. Stevens is still in the arena, as he and the officials are on the stage. With a bitter look, Stevens stares at Low. He doesn't see Richard O. Dickinson III and Deborah Stone-Kowalczyk running past him. Fireworks go off throughout the Memorial Coliseum as "Ode To Joy" begins to play.)

HS: "Low has avenged his loss to NHL and ends the final AWA Classic of his career, of all-time to be exact, by retaining the AWA World title."

FJ: "And say what you will, Herb, this was a clean win and Low deserves to be the final AWA World Heavyweight Champion."

(Deborah hands Low the World title belt as ROD helps him up to his feet. The referee is helping NHL up on the other side of the ring. The two men briefly lock eyes and acknowledge the match they just had by briefly nodding at each other. Low is raising the World title belt high into the air as pyros go off above the ring.)

HS: "Eight years after signing his first AWA contract, The Legendary Low ends the final match on the final AWA show with a big victory over Nathan Hawthorne-Lee."

FJ: "And look at this!"

(The majority of the AWA locker room has emptied and, along with Brian Stevens, are forming a line on the stage. Low's theme quiets down and we hear the crowd cheer for the AWA. Herb and Frank have gotten out of their chairs.)

HS: "This is a sight to behold..."

FJ: "Indeed."

(Low and NHL are still in the ring and they start clapping for their fans! Herb, Frank, ROD and Deborah at ringside join them, as do all the stars on the stage - Brian Stevens, Jeff Christianson, A.C. Smith, Terry James, Evan Heir, Logan Alexander, as well as Hall of Famers Steven Caldera, Ray Owens and Mortis Valley, and AWA President Travis Gray. The camera cuts to the backstage era where we can see Brian Williams watching on a monitor. Back in the Coliseum, Quade deSade is standing several feet away from the rest of the crew and watches with a weird look on his face. The pyros have stopped and we just have a huge stadium full with people standing on their feet and applauding the American Wrestling Alliance. The camera focuses on a man in the crowd we haven't seen in years.)

HS: "Look at this! This is Drake Hyde! Drake Hyde is in the crowd tonight, saying goodbye to the AWA!"

FJ: "Five years after we last saw him..."

(NHL has left the ring and Low is soaking in this great scene. He puts the World title belt in the middle of the ring and then motions to the crowd, as if to say "this is for you".)

FJ: "Look! He IS The Philanthropical Low."

HS: "Well, he knows who made the AWA possible - our fans!"

(Low leaves the ring as well and walks up the ramp and towards the stage. It is a long walk up and we see the eyes of several stars filled with tears.)

FJ: "This is it, Herb. This is the end. The AWA is no more. Almost nine years and now our paths will part."

HS: "In the name of the AWA, I would like to thank everyone, from Travis Gray, who created this wonderful company, to all the many great and even the not-so-great wrestlers who made this company what it is, everybody on the staff who worked tirelessly in an effort to live up to the standards established by the three letters AWA, and most of all, everybody who ever was a fan of the AWA. If you anxiously waited to see an AWA event, that is what made you an AWA Faithful. Thank you for almost nine exciting years. For Herb Summers, Frank Jackson and the American Wrestling Alliance, I say farewell..."

(The camera pans around the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum and we see many teary-eyed fans, everybody is on their feet, cheering and applauding the AWA. The camera pans across the stage once more, capturing the touched faces of the AWA's superstars one more time, before the scene slowly fades to black.)

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